Edwin keeps asking when we’re going to work.
“Not tomorrow,” I said Monday evening. “It’s too icy, and the schools are closed, anyway.”
He didn’t look pleased.
He breezed by my work area this afternoon and asked, “So, you going in tomorrow?”
“Nah. The roads are still not so great. I’m not in any hurry to deal with that.”
Sigh.
“What’s up, Edwin? You trying to get rid of me?”
It turns out he had big plans to spread out all over the main floor: lap top on the dining room table for class, some cookies baking in the kitchen as he stays safely off camera, perhaps a little dip into his favorite episode “The Expanse” between classes (or, dare I say, during asynchronous time?).
Poor Edwin. He will have to remain holed up in his bedroom for the time being. However, his day will come. He and his sister will remain virtual learners through the end of the school year, and Chris and I will most likely be getting out of their hair within a month or so.
My Corner of the Village 