By mid-morning, I was ready to call it in and hope everyone in my home got to the end unscathed.

After a walk with the kids, I decided to re-frame my mood by counting my blessings:

I woke up in a house within a lovely neighbourhood to a loving family. I’m getting time to purely focus on my spouse and children. There is a fridge and pantry full of food and my wife and I are privileged that we get to work from home during this quarantine.

Anything beyond that is gravy and there’s so much gravy being poured that it’s impossible to see the mashed potatoes.

The day turned around.

It ended on such a nice note that I felt a sense of peace in my heart that hadn’t been there for some time.

Counting your blessings–always a good antidote to a rough morning.