As social distancing moves to sheltering in place and the “task” turns into the new normal. The thin patience and the anxiety of navigating newness in our own humanness.    We are talking the infectious anxiety of the infection. We are talking carving out something sacred in something scary. And we are talking help. I know I’m allergic to it too. Oh, by “we” I mean “I” bc I’m hunkered. Come on in and cozy up, buttercups.