I was counting the days, then I lost count. Staying home isn’t new to me, but when we moved here, I imagined having a birthday cake at my favorite bakery, going to the bookstore and then taking the kid to the zoo. Perfect day, complete with people-watching. But this year, everyone’s at home or should be. What day is it? One day last week, it was my birthday. The night before Isla was in her blanket fort, drawing. ‘Nothing to…
