On Monday, March 9, 2020, I attended an adult Irish dancing class. We discussed the new guidelines limiting gatherings to less than 50 people and whether we felt safe to continue our small class with extra handwashing etc.
We all did.

Husband is a teacher. His school closed Thursday the 12th.
Friday, March 13, schools closed in our town. We were in full online learning mode by Monday, March 16. There was no Irish dance class that week, obviously, and we moved to remote classes thereafter.

But I still left for work every day. Despite my precautions, I began to feel more and more like I would be the person who would bring COVID into our home. But we weren't allowed to work remotely.

Until we were.

Monday, March 23rd was my last day at the office.

Monday, April 6 marks the start of my third week working remotely. Current status of when school will resume and/or when mandatory in-person work will resume is *shrug emoji.*

I have seen people refer to dates as Blursday the 10teenth of Marpril. I get that feeling, which is why I started this thread for myself.

I wanted remember the last day I had the thought that maybe this wouldn't be "that bad" and that things would chug along in a mildly modified "normal."