It's not even 8a. This newest part of pandemic has found me up before dawn to make the hour + drive up to my sister's to attempt to oversee his home part of his education. I had been elected by all sides of the family due to my incurable bossy boots which are an assess to this expedition. Mostly, it's gone well. We talk walks while he zooms ahead of me, yelling back about his friends and his favorite shows. We slog through our assignments while I chant various mantras like, eat the frog and then the hard part will be over! We can do hard things! It's okay to make mistakes! IT'S ALSO OKAY THAT I OCCASIONALLY MAKE A MISTAKE AS WELL, TINY NEPHEW AS WE ARE BOTH HUMANS. I make us breakfast and lunch, I set him up for his Zoom band classes. I have drafted MFHG (My Favorite Houseguest) into giving virtual proto-coding lessons using Minecraft using some kind of proto-Only Lovers Left Alive electronics set up. I have drafted JohnM to give occasional guest lectures on cartoons of substance such as Steven Universe and Adventure Time. We have found a nice little routine that suits both of us pretty well all told. He is almost nine now and I can reach back into the recesses of my vague memory to try to explain erosion, weathering and deposition.