Well, here we are on day 45,623 of quarantine. And the novelty of it all is wearing off. Here in Spain I’m spending a lot of time doing Instacart orders for my parents, figuring out homeschooling, and wondering when I’m ever going to be able to fly home again. In my last post I talked about the grief we feel that our normal has flown out the window. And so quickly. With so little warning for most of us. It just came up and smacked us upside the head, and here we are, boom, stuck at home watching the economy collapse as we eat banana bread in our six-day-old leggings…