Every time I say the word broccoli in my head, I hear Dana Carvey singing the “Chopping Broccoli” song from an old Saturday Night Live skit. Anyway, it’s snowing, the kids are home “e-learning” (which should have gone away with the pandemic but it didn’t) and I am drawing broccoli before I chop it up for dinner tonight. My measuring cup is full of snow sitting in front of the fireplace as part of an asynchronous science project. Asynchronous is another word I had hoped would never return. And my son is coaxing the dog with Cheerios to get her on screen during his math class. What an odd day….

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