You wake up, and see parents in the neighbourhood fb groups looking for teachers to privately tutor their children. You go on twitter to read the latest numbers on the pandemic in your area. Each day is a day closer to the first day of school. Each day more anxious than the last.

You watch story after story of daycares and day camps and schools and Major League Baseball outbreaks. You watch the WHO raise concern about the second wave.

You see the minister of education and the premier playing a game of chicken with the schools and your kid.

A month is an incalculable amount of time in a pandemic. The information you get is always a few days behind what’s actually happening. How can you plan or make decisions that could have been undone yesterday? It feels like you’re stuck in a labyrinth.

You remember March, and the bravado of Doug Ford telling people to go off and enjoy their March Break, and you remember the consequences of that Bon Voyage. You look at the reopened bars and gyms and a knot grows in your stomach.