I don't know about you, but quarantine has pushed me to the edge. I have difficulty remembering the time, the date, and whether or not my family has eaten this week. My children are distracted, my friends are losing hope, and it seems the confusion will never end. From one hour to the next, I'm re-calibrating my definition of normal. What is normal? Is the way my community moves forward through great difficulty OK? Are there changes that need to be made? Should I throw it all away and run naked through the city screaming?