Not much

The robin sheltered under the stairs for most of the day. Restlessly, at intervals, it flew up into the branches to keep its blood moving or to check the status of the storm. It's the first real snowfall I've seen all winter, and it's spring. I'm sure it's a monkey wrench in the works for the robin.

That was the highlight of the day. Other than that, conference calls. Making ready for the unknown. Waiting. Piling dirty dishes in the sink.

I'd like to know about you. How you are. That you're safe.