How’s life in lockdown going? If you’re like me, you want nothing more than to tell it to shove off. My wife and I have been practicing aggressive quarantine here in Boston for weeks, but we finally hit our breaking point. About a week and a half ago she looked at me and, paraphrasing (but not really): “Fuck this stuff, why don’t we drive down to my mom’s place in Florida? At least there we’ll have access to a yard, a swimming pool, and a grandma.” So we packed the car and made a 21-hour drive in two days, with our toddler along for the ride. He did amazingly well. Thank you, The Croods. We arrived at 4:15 PM yesterday and were in the pool and hot tub by 4:45. Grandma rules.
The real reason for this post (not that my travel shenanigans are thrilling to you). Speaking of the lockdown… I’ve actually been spending much of it catching up on some reading. I’ve been rereading a bunch of Kurt Vonnegut novels. I just finished Mother Night and Slaughterhouse-Five (which I hadn’t read since 2002). I realize not everyone is a Vonnegut fan, and he certainly hasn’t got anything of value to add to the world of online coaching. So it goes.
