At the beginning of this year I was looking forward to spending that period from Late May to Late August hanging out near water. A lot of water. Waterfalls. Rivers. Lakes. Ocean. Pools. Whatever. I was even helping to plan a community event that would make swimming more accessible for people who don’t usually get that opportunity. I am sorry for all of the things that won’t be happening this Summer (and possibly next depending on how things turn out with the development of treatments for Covid-19). And all of the gatherings that I am going to have to take a hard look at, even once the government decides it is okay again. And the process of helping my teen-aged daughter to understand that all of that water she was looking forward to as much as I was won’t be happening. Good times.