On March 15, I began tumbling down the staircase of grief. We closed our shop for what we thought would be two weeks to flatten the curve. I was in denial.
Would I be cool and be humble enough to be able to open and close a store, mop floors, clean bathrooms, beyond just [the usual] saying hi to people and serving drinks?
However, the craziest rule of the Manuscript Writing Cafe is that writers are not allowed to end their session until reaching their declared goal or until the place closes down for the day, whichever comes first.