Desk. Again. Learned that schools are closed until May 1st. Great. Effects of the quarantine are visible. Loudly visible. Made self a coffee, kids in home school mode in kitchen writing in journals. Jackie writing about the day, effectively reminding me of the straightforwardness of such narrative qualities. Stressed now about business, and the whole virus itself. I need to stay up late tonight as I earlier mentioned… write my thesis on not thinking. Noting in journal, item #11. Been itemizing ideas, a project to itself kind of but more to see how many I can log sans interruption.
“This should be Emma and my art studio.” Jack says. The eventual office need have that feel and texture, voice and creative climate.
Jackie and his mother leave to go back to her school, to get some chords or something for some device on which they’ll do more homeschooling and lessons, activities, ed videos and what be. “Can I bring my journal so I can write that we’re driving to your school to get the power chords?” Jack asks. Love his eagerness to write and how he writes, his style which may be influence by my emphasis on narrative meta, or not. Emma stays with me and sings some song in a silly octave, in the kitchen coloring, or trying to write… she continues singing after a short-spun intermission.