On Wednesday afternoon, while eating popcorn, I cracked a tooth. While this is never fun, it’s even less fun when we are in the midst of a pandemic; my dentist is in the city, and I live in New Jersey. Luckily, Greg has a dentist near the house who would see me in an emergency, and I popped over there yesterday for a visit. We chatted as best one can do when there is an apparatus in one’s mouth. These days, like every other mother of young children in America today, the dentist homeschools in the morning, and in the afternoon she sees emergency patients. You know, the new normal. I have to say that I would have been terrible at homeschooling. We would have had lots of “library time” and recess for more reading time, as I am not very good at the new math, or science. We talked books in between various instruments finding their way into my mouth as she told me what her children are reading. That conversation alone made me look forward to my next dental appointment, and that is something not many will say.