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December was rough. Scott's brother and his family came to Michigan for the week leading up to Christmas, so there were family things every day that week. I couldn't go to the ones at Scott's sister's house because of our nephew's cats, but Scott and Cordelia were out every day.

Scott wanted to do a Christmas celebration with me on the 26th, but I got sick that day with an intestinal unpleasantness (zero respiratory symptoms) and wasn't able to eat properly for the next 5-6 days. I started feeling hungry again after 3-4 days, but I had to be conservative. The first few days, I went through about 72 oz of Gatorade each day.

About a week after that, I had a three day migraine with a nasty earache.

It's also been a rough start of term for Cordelia. She worked orientation which involved going back about five days early. The dorms let her stay, but none of the on campus food options were available until the third day when the orientation students arrived (at that point, the meals were part of the 12 hour work days). On the second 12 hour day, one of her professors posted a syllabus that started off with a hidden prerequisite, something that wasn't in the course description or in the online registration process. That was Friday at 11 p.m., so trying to talk to an advisor wasn't an option before classes started. On Sunday, she got the syllabus for her Intro to Women's Studies class and realized that it was going to be an unpleasant experience.

This means she reworked her schedule two or three times during that weekend. The anxiety levels were about the same as during her first semester, so we were all stressed, and Scott and I were kind of terrified that we'd miss a moment when Cordelia really upset and desperate.

Things are settling, but Cordelia is still needing to come home every weekend and is calling every day.

I finally saw a podiatrist yesterday. Getting a referral for orthotics was fairly painless. The doctor had no idea what's going on with my injured ankle, though. I hadn't been holding my breath on that point because it wasn't part of my original referral. Of course, I'm not convinced they had any record of that because they seemed to think I was there for diabetic foot care; the person who took me back to the room was a bit startled that my feet looked fine, and there was wound care stuff laid out on a tray. I didn't need any of it and never have, but... I assume it's a lot of what they get. Podiatry shares office space with the diabetes clinic, after all, and I doubt that's any sort of accident.

I also had to sign a paper acknowledging my awareness that Medicare only covers foot care appointments at specific intervals.

I'll have my orthotics fitting in late February. I'll be doing at least two different types of PT during that month, too, and February is always long term disability review month. I've also got several non-PT appointments. I want all of it over with, but none of it can reasonably be put off.

I will be scheduling OT for lymphedema, but the referral I got from my gynecologist was for PT (because that's what it was when I did it in 2017). I have to get a new referral that says 'OT' instead of 'PT.' I'm hoping that won't be a big deal. I'm pretty sure that that change will be rubber-stamped since, from the doctor's point of view, it's entirely a difference in terminology. It won't change the diagnosis or even change the phone number I'll call to make the appointments. It's an internal referral, entirely digital.

I've fallen way behind on my library books. It's been hard to concentrate this month.

We just got back from an afternoon trip to East Lansing. We took Cordelia out to a Panera that has outdoor seating. Unfortunately, there was someone smoking nearby, but they left not too long after we sat down. No one else was in the seating area, so the smoking thing seems less inconsiderate to me than it might otherwise. They were sitting at the table furthest from the entrance to the restaurant.

After we ate, Scott and Cordelia walked a couple of doors down to get some things at a Kroger. She needed tissues, granola bars, and some beverages. She's been putting off buying things because her dorm room this year is much smaller than the room she had last year. Her bed technically can be set up as a loft, but there are pieces missing, so she has to wait for maintenance. She's been waiting since 27 August and has called more than once, but they keep saying that they will call her to tell her how to set up an appointment. This sounds suspect to me, but she's the one who'll have to do whatever pushing is involved.

She's finding her archaeology class less interesting than she'd hoped which, I think, is more about her expectations than about the class itself. She's bored by learning all of very specific terminology while also admitting that an intro class needs to explain all of specialized vocabulary that will be assumed in later classes.

I did not get to see this year's dorm room. It's on the 4th floor, and the elevator only goes to the 3rd. My ankle is not up to that flight of stairs (particularly not given that there's laundry to do here at home today which requires me to deal with stairs). I suspect that the room is fundamentally like other dorm rooms. Apart from the fact that my daughter lives there.

Cordelia wants to start some new crochet projects, but she doesn't currently have space for yarn in her room (a third of the stuff from last year's room is still in the basement). Part of wanting to do new projects is that she's joined an unofficial knitting club that meets once a week, and part of it is that she's starting to get that she can make gifts for people. She made herself a laundry bag last year and another this year. This year's is a different pattern that addresses the problems she found with the first one over months of use.

I played some Ingress as we drove. I commented to Cordelia that everything on campus was green, and she told me that no one at Michigan State would dare play blue on campus given State's colors (white and green). She laughed a little and said that you can find State fans in Ann Arbor but not University of Michigan fans in East Lansing. I am not 100% convinced by this explanation, but who knows?

I don't get the impression that Ingress is nearly as active as it used to be. Part of that is just that the game is old, but also participation fell during the early days of the pandemic and hasn't bounced back. Because I can't really walk right now, I'm not doing much but drone hacking on a day-to-day basis. I do other things while taking the ARide to appointments and back, but that's very sporadic.

The drone was introduced early in the pandemic to let people play without leaving their homes. Most of the time, a player can move their drone at 1 hour intervals. Other times, the interval can get as short as 8 minutes. It's most helpful for people who, like me, live in an area with a lot of portals. I think the original idea was that drone hacking would let people continue hacking streaks toward badges without taking undue risks. Hacking 365 days in a row is hard under normal circumstances, and people who were close-- or even halfway-- there didn't want to have to start over.

At this point, I have more unique drone hacks than I have unique hacks (that is, I've visited more unique portals by drone than in person). I'm actually keeping a list of where I've been because otherwise I'd go in circles and/or skip over places I haven't yet been. There are a lot of portals with similar names and, sometimes, clusters of portals with identical names. A park with multiple entrances might have a portal for each but have all of those with the same name; it becomes confusing. This is not helped by the fact that the program won't display the entire portal name. It cuts off at different points depending on which screen I'm looking at.

But I am vastly amused by the existence of a portal called 'First Church of Christ Baseball.'

Based on the photo, I'm quite sure it's a baseball diamond on a church's property, but... That's not how my brain parses it when I see the text. Scott was vastly amused when I showed it to him because that was how he read it, too.

I'm going to try to update here more frequently and with something more than fic announcements and media logging (and I'm behind on the media logging). I think that part of me not posting has been me feeling like I have nothing to say that isn't depressing. Part of it is, also, very definitely, that writing about the things that stress me out makes me upset.

And not in the 'it will be better after I get it out' way.

Scott and I are fully vaccinated with the second dose having happened on the 7th of April. Cordelia has her second dose on the 1st of May.

Scott and I drove an hour each way, crossing state lines into Ohio, for our vaccine. The folks running the site said they were getting a lot of people doing that. The main drawback was that we had to photograph our vaccination cards and send the image to our doctors rather than having the vaccination site able to put it into our state's database.

( Cordelia. End of senior year of high school and plans for college )

Cordelia's next try at the driver's license test will happen two days after her 18th birthday. I pushed for earlier, but she and Scott resisted both practicing and scheduling. I think that the scheduling actually happened when I pointed out that it would be better to pay for a license rather than for a state I.D. when she turns 18 and then a license later. She has to have one or the other for several things that we need to do before she goes to college.

The A-Ride people approved my card renewal. They also told me that, next time, I won't need to get the medical half of the form filled out. My disabilities are now clearly things that will only get worse rather than having the potential to change for the better. This is... Getting the medical half of the forms dealt with is a PITA, but I'm also unhappy to have to look directly at my increasing disability.

I know that it's there, and I've talked (very briefly) to Scott about it. We can't do much about it right now because I adamantly don't want to include Cordelia in the discussions. I don't want her to think there's a reason for her not to go away for college or that she will need to come back here afterward.

( My physical health or, rather, lack thereof )

I've told Scott that we need to do some sort of couples counseling around how we deal with my disability because the ways we're currently handling it aren't emotionally sustainable for either of us. We just can't do it until either Cordelia moves out or we can go to appointments in person, leaving her at home. Some of the problem is communication styles (Scott was raised in ask communication whereas I was raised with offer), and some of the problem is how much of our life he's going to be carrying and how unfair it is to both of us. I don't think that any of that is stuff we can manage without help.

I'm still trying to figure out how to adapt to Cordelia's school schedule. Tuesdays and Fridays are difficult because she has choir between 10:30 and a little bit after noon. That means I can't get at the kitchen until after she's done. There aren't any other safe places in the house for heating water (I mentioned the idea of a small electric kettle to Scott, and he couldn't come up with a safe location for me to use one, either), so I have to wait for coffee. I also can't warm up food while choir's still going on.

Part of this is that Cordelia can't have extraneous sounds during choir (any other class would be fine), and part of it is that she feels very self-conscious when she's reminded that I might hear her. The semester change at the end of the month won't help with this because choir doesn't change.

Cordelia is hoping to make some changes to her second semester schedule. She's got two classes she'd like to change. The difficulty is finding something else in those time slots. She might be able to get a free period since she doesn't need either class to graduate (not even the credits needed), but I told her not to count on it. Three of her six classes are nailed to the floor in terms of scheduling (choir and two AP classes), and there aren't a lot of electives she finds even vaguely interesting.

Scott has to go in early tomorrow, so he's already in bed (it's 8 p.m. as I write. He'll be getting up around the time I usually go to sleep.

I've got a test scheduled for the 7th of October to see whether or not I have full on carpal tunnel. It involves needles and electricity and sounds thoroughly unpleasant. I'm not looking forward to it with any sort of pleasant anticipation.

I had energy today, so I did a lot of cooking. Nothing fancy, just dumping things into the instant pot and shoving pans into the oven. I cooked some cod, two types of chicken (I can't eat chicken thighs without reflux issues; Cordelia hates chicken breast) with potatoes and mushrooms. I found some brussel sprouts in the fridge, so I steamed them in the instant pot. I microwaved two ears of sweet corn (I don't eat it, but Scott and Cordelia do). We had a huge sweet potato in this week's Imperfect Foods box. I washed it, wrapped it in foil, and shoved into into a corner of the oven while the chicken cooked.

We got food delivered from Evergreen Wednesday because we had a Firefly session that evening. I still have leftovers and might eat them later this evening.

The Firefly session was fun. I was feeling reasonably good and awake, so I was able to think. My character was trying to investigate an artifact we'd found. She lacks the skills to do any sort of testing, but she could explain what she was looking for and why she wanted to know. The characters who can actually do the testing weren't quite sure why she wanted to do it, not at first.

Today, I mixed a can of Zevia ginger ale with a can of carbonated water and about three tablespoons of lime juice. The goal of this was to make the Zevia palatable to me, and I succeeded. Previous attempts haven't gone really well because they've usually intersected with migraine days. I was almost certain that the migraines were't caused by the Zevia because each occasion had other fairly clear explanations and because there's nothing in the Zevia that ought to give me trouble.

I did wonder if I had an upper limit for the amount of stevia I can handle in one day, but it seemed improbable.

( UCon related )

Cordelia's had a week of classes now. Most of the instructors are still figuring out how to make things work and are finding their planned lessons either much too short or too long for the scheduled time.

Cordelia's really missing the social interaction. It's not just the between classes chatting. Normal classes include some time when the kids can talk to each other or, at the very least, exchange glances. Right now, Cordelia's crocheting during some lectures. She's done some classes in bed (which is apparently common) and some in the dining room (also common).

The dining room had the downside that the chairs are all terrible, so she and Scott went and bought a new chair. Scott put it together last night; Cordelia used it today and gives it two thumbs up.

Choir is going to be an issue for me because I wake up and want to make tea halfway through the period. I can be in the kitchen during choir, if I'm quiet, but I can't use anything that whistles or dings.

Skyline Blues poses a similar problem to food preparation because the rehearsals run two hours and put the kitchen off limits. For Blues, Cordelia wants us in our bedroom, the bathroom, or the basement for the duration because being reminded that we're in the house increases her anxiety about doing well.

I think the Skyline Blues stuff is mostly a matter of me and Scott adapting. We can make sure we have food before practice starts. I'm less sure about choir. The classes run just short of two hours, and I need 10-15 minutes to be able to make my tea. If I set an alarm and get up at 10:00, I can do it before choir. Otherwise, I can't do it until after 12:10. I'm mostly waking up between 11:00 or 11:30. Sometimes, I sleep as late as 1:00 (having gone to bed between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m.).

I keep meaning to work on shifting my schedule to an earlier bedtime, but my body keeps wanting me to stay up later every successive night. I think my internal clock might be expecting a 24.5 hour day or something.

I've leveled up in Ingress. Almost all of the points involved in that came from recharging portals since I haven't gone out much in the last several months. I need one badge in order to attain level 16 (currently working on 15, so it will be a long time). At the beginning of this year, I assumed that I'd be getting the 4th level in Trekker for distance walked sooner than any of the other options, but I think I'm going to have to try for one of the others (I think it's called Sojourner), the one for playing daily for so many days in a row. I hadn't wanted to commit to 360 daily treks to the nearest portal, but I'm more than halfway there because of how they shifted what counts toward it.

I'm just concerned that I'll miss a day and have to start over. 360 consecutive days is a lot. I'm at 184 days now, and it's something I'm currently capable of doing, but...

I've put in a grocery order for pickup. I'm not sure whether the substitution thing was toggled on or off because the state wasn't marked in either position. The last time I ordered for pickup, I said no substitutions, so I'm hoping that will hold.

In many cases, it's better to get nothing at all than to get whatever the Kroger employee thinks is the closest match. I mean, the half and half would be fine, but the wrong hummus cups would mean I couldn't eat them. I picked a loaf of bread that didn't contain anything that would make me sick, but some other whole wheat breads do and so do other breads from the same company.

I lost Tuesday and yesterday to migraines. I suspect that, while I'm okay with stevia in my coffee, I can't deal with the amount in a can of Zevia. Or it might be entirely coincidence. I'm just suspicious. I could explain Tuesday's migraine with me having messed up my medication and meal schedule, but yesterday doesn't have that.

I've signed up for two exchanges, one for Dreaming of Sunshine and one multifandom for 10K+ fics (due date at the end of January and so doable). The Dreaming of Sunshine exchange is still doing sign ups. The multifandom one closes sign ups some time later today.

I also signed up for an exchange of writing encouragement. I'll be matched to encourage someone, and a third person will be matched to encourage me. I have no idea how well it will work, but I want to work on Rheotaxis (I'm not asking whoever matches with me to read it because 190K is a lot of words, even without the content warnings).

I've been having issues with iBooks crashing. Sometimes, I get an error message about it not finding a necessary helper program; other times, it just goes out. Just in case it's because I've overloaded it, I'm archiving some of my epub files by deleting them from iBooks without removing them from my hard drive. I had more than 4000 epubs in iBooks (mostly short fics), and a lot of them are things I don't expect to want to read or reread soon. As long as I still have my spreadsheet and know where I've stashed them, I can always open them up in iBooks again.

Our niece will be living in a dorm when the fall semester starts. There is some family friction over that decision because she and her parents think it will be fine, but the rest of us are concerned about the risk. She's going to Northern Michigan University, so trying to move up there in January would be pretty difficult. I think she also really wants to get out of the house because she's 18.

Cordelia's starting to work on college applications. There are bits of information that she needs from my parents, but she's reluctant to ask. Mostly, it's that she has grandparents who got degrees from these schools, and they ask about the exact degree and the year. She's also having issues because the applications want to know exactly what classes she's taking in her last year of high school and what her SAT or ACT scores are. She doesn't have either of those yet.

We need to fill out the forms to select Cordelia's options for the upcoming school year. Not the class selection but the methodology. The district is offering three approaches for high school students, and we're waiting to hear from the choir director as to how that class will work. She set the online meeting about that for Monday afternoon, so we'll wait until then. Supposedly, all classes will be available with the first two options while the third is more limited. The third option is the long standing program of online instruction which only offers some classes and is almost entirely independent study.

Cordelia has been experimenting with different sizes of crochet hooks. Like me, she has an easier time with the smaller hooks. Her biggest issue is that she can't figure out how to ease up and not pull everything tight. She also hasn't tried anything beyond single crochet. I can't demonstrate anything for her, so she's mostly looking at videos.

On Friday, our niece drove down and bought bubble tea for all four of us. We sat on the front lawn at a six foot distance from her and drank our tea. She stayed for about half an hour. I stood for at least half that time because our lawn chairs aren't designed for a person of my width. Sitting hurt more than standing.

My skin wasn't very happy about the time outside. We were largely in the shade, and it can't have been more than 70F out there (it was definitely cooler out there than it was inside).

Scott is feeling frustrated because there are so many household chores that need doing. He grumbles about them, especially when they take more time than they should, and then I feel terribly useless because I can't do any of those chores.

Right now, the issue is our dehumidifier which will work for about five minutes before it needs to be unplugged and then restarted. Scott has been trying to repair it because everything he can find online suggests that it ought to be an easy fix. He's taken it apart three times now, and nothing's obviously wrong. He's cleaned the sensor that, according to the online manual, most commonly causes this problem. He's cleaned it twice.

I was just down in the basement, and the dehumidifier is not working. I don't want to ask Scott to go out to look for a new one, but I don't think that we're going to manage to repair this one. I'm pretty sure it's only a year or two old, too, so he's going to be very cranky.

We're still trying to get Cordelia to do daily chores. It's possible if I remind her of each chore repeatedly until she gets around to it, but nothing else I've tried has worked. None of these are things that should take very long, not even cumulatively.

I'm having trouble handling Scott's new schedule. Some of that is that I'm still staying up very late and sleeping late, but I'm sleeping less well. The first couple of nights, I took an extra half tablet of halcion (I usually take half a tablet but can go as high as two tablets if I really need to), but I don't want to do that long term. I also find that halcion doesn't make falling asleep easier, just staying asleep once I start to drowse.

The local school district sent out a message last week about the plan they're pulling together for fall. It didn't straight out say that the school buildings might not reopen, but it was pretty clearly them promising that they're making a plan for socially distanced instructional time with teacher-student and student-student interactions in real time.

I wish them luck with that and really hope we won't need it. I kind of think that we will, though, because our state's daily new case numbers are pretty high and that's just the people who actually get diagnosed.

Cordelia's having trouble with the news right now. She's angry and feeling helpless to do anything about it. She's got another year before she can vote, and she needs to keep up the social distancing for my safety and for Scott's (and for his coworkers'), so rallies/protests aren't an option.

I haven't read posts here since before my birthday (the 26th). I apologize for that and hope to do better.

I talked to the counselor at Skyline who does all of the college related stuff. I mainly wanted to find out if there's any talk from colleges about changes that may be needed for kids Cordelia's age who will be applying to colleges this fall. I knew already that nobody had any firm decisions/policies and that part of that would be not knowing what the timeline will look like. I just wanted some reassurance that the admissions offices have the issue somewhere on their radar.

Here's an excerpt from her response:

( Response )

I'm fairly sure that 'MAC schools' refers to Mid-American Conference schools which includes two schools Cordelia intends to apply to. I suspect that 'larger institutions and highly selective schools' covers two of the remaining three. All four are state schools, so those two may be affected by state policy changes in between now and application time. The last school is a private college, so who knows what they're going to do?

( Discussing what my siblings are currently doing )

Scott has vacation scheduled for next week. He's going to start by taking a look at the stove. After that, he's probably going to spend a lot of time looking for toilet paper. Our sleep/wake schedule has worked against us on that one, I think, so the flexibility to go out early in the morning may help.

We're also planning to check in with the older ladies living to either side of us in order to find out if they need anything. I think they've both got local family and church communities, but we're right next door. When Scott's got to go out anyway, him picking things up for them could make sense anyway. One of the ladies has a sister who lives across the street, and she might find this sort of help useful, too. The third lady has a grandson who was in Cordelia's class in elementary school, and it may well be that he's already running errands for her and her sister. I don't know.

I keep thinking of cooking projects and then realizing that I would need the oven for part of it and that the toaster oven will not be adequate.

The ACT has moved Cordelia's test date to 13 June. As far as I can tell, they're not trying to schedule an extra date, just telling people to choose one of the existing dates and locations. They say they're going to try to add locations. I'm a bit concerned about the location part. We had transportation set for the original test date, but June and July are both horrible in terms of Scott's weekend availability, so the logistics could be challenging.

Cordelia is finding that the trimester change over is an advantage as far as the switch to online instruction goes. Few of the teachers had anything complicated to deal with for Monday or yesterday because it was all syllabus and introductions. That's letting them experiment a bit with the interface (Google classrooms) before they try more challenging interactions. Cordelia's friends who're at schools that do semesters are having a more difficult time because the teachers have more to juggle.

One of the teachers currently has the flu (not, she assures us, the coronavirus as she has a different set of symptoms). Another tells us that he and his family have left town to stay in the country because his son has major lung issues and is at high risk. Both of them seem relieved to be teaching remotely. The one with the flu is teaching ASL, and the school would have difficulty finding a sub with subject knowledge. The one with the family leaving town teaches math.

We're still trying to find distilled water for our c-pap reservoirs. Scott's been to half a dozen places at different times, but there hasn't been any to be found. He's looking for toilet paper, too. We have enough of that for at least a week, possibly ten days, but since he's not seeing it anywhere, he's looking for it.

I managed the sleep disorders clinic Monday without touching anything but elevator buttons, at least with my hands. Part of that was keeping my phone in my hands. I had a little bottle of hand sanitizer in my pocket and used it after the elevators. I don't like that particular kind (Purell) because it has some sort of added fragrance that makes my nose start running, but I used it anyway.

We tried to make some hand sanitizer at home, but we couldn't get the isopropyl alcohol and the aloe to mix and not separate. We've now got two bottles of mostly isopropyl alcohol with the vaguest hint of aloe and a layer of aloe on the bottom. We're shaking them before using them, but it's still like pouring slightly slimy water rather than anything close to a gel.

Possibly the aloe was simply too old. I'm pretty sure we bought it when I had the cellulitis in April 2018. Possibly the recipes were also assuming something less than 99% aloe for the one part aloe to two parts isopropyl alcohol. I used a whisk for about ten minutes, but the aloe stayed globbily particulate and kept sinking to the bottom.

At any rate, the isopropyl alcohol will kill things adequately. It's just harder to use as a liquid than it would be with a bit more viscosity. Scott's still looking for actual hand sanitizer. He has to go to work, and him having some with him is pretty important.

The sleep disorders clinic told me, after I arrived, that they're trying to shift to e-visits for things like my appointment. I'd have appreciated the option, but the timing was so tight between the changes in policy and when my appointment happened, that there was no way for me to know that it might be possible. Also, I think that, on Monday, Medicare still didn't cover e-visits.

The clinician explained that my inability to breathe during the first 20-30 minutes of putting on the cpap is due to the thing taking that long to 'ramp up.' It goes to half pressure immediately and then squats there while I get a headache from lack of air and can't move around in bed because I'll end up having to gasp for air. I'm fine once things are at full pressure. I'm fairly annoyed about this.

She said she'd change it remotely, but later sent me a portal message to say that she couldn't. I wasn't surprised since I've never set the machine up for remote access and have zero intention of doing so. I might be willing to give her temporary access during a pre-arranged time window, but I can't think of any reason at all why it would make sense to leave a gaping security hole like that constantly open, not for a medical device.

Scott's therapist and my psychiatrist are both offering remote appointments for the duration. The former may, possibly, be worthwhile, but I think the latter can be delayed. We haven't made any recent changes to my meds, and my prescriptions are current. I'm not having any side effects or any increased distress. (For some reason, the current fuss and bother isn't setting off my anxiety. I had issues last week with my need to get all of the preparation done, but at this point, that's all settled.)

The local public library closed at 6 p.m. today and will stay closed through the end of the month. Scott stopped at a branch on his way to work today to drop off the stuff we're done with. It filled two bags, so I thought that getting it out of the house was a good idea. I regret the holds, but Scott was uninterested in trying to get downtown to retrieve them.

They'll still be there in April. All due dates are being extended until 30 April, too, because they don't want anyone returning items while they're closed. I think the drop boxes will actually be locked.

We just did the 2020 census online. They sent us an ID through the USPS. The process took about 10 minutes. I am more than a little dubious about the requirement for not just race but 'origin.' They seem to be wanting ancestral countries, going by the instructions. I'm not pleased with that because, after a certain point, it's 'who the hell knows?' I can track my grandparents and about half of my great-grandparents, but I have zero idea beyond that.

And this is with my family having relatively unbroken records. My stepfather won't be able to answer with any certainty because one of his grandmothers had about seven different stories about where she immigrated from. We don't know if any of them are true (and we suspect not since she seems to have been trying to obfuscate something there). I also can't imagine that many African American families have certainty about that information.

I could also see being extremely concerned about what the government might do with that information.

My digestive system seems to have settled down which is a huge relief.

Cordelia's currently flinching any time I cough. I don't cough frequently, but she's hyper-vigilant about it right now.

She's also not sure how third trimester is going to work at her school. Everyone starts a new schedule with new teachers on Monday. Without physically going to the classrooms, most of the kids have no easy way to reach their new teachers. Her science classes are done for the year, so she won't be missing lab work. Choir is going to be an issue, but that's an all year class with only one teacher, so there's already a structure for her to communicate with the kids outside the classroom.

I don't even remember all of Cordelia's classes for third trimester. There are five, and I think I know three of them. The fourth is probably some sort of English and the fifth some sort of history/social science, but I have no idea. The school hasn't posted anything about next trimester on PowerSchool yet.

Both the campus tours we scheduled during the AAPS spring break has been officially canceled. The University of Michigan is offering a video tour, but the walking around Ann Arbor part was never the bit we wanted.