Meanwhile, as David made the adjustment to assisted living memory care, the college where I teach announced a shift from semester-long courses to block courses, with a semester’s worth of course content reconfigured into seventeen three-hour blocks scheduled on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.  I applied for and was granted permission to teach remotely because I was an essential caregiver.  The shift taxed my adaptability and digital skills, but I had comparatively easy circumstances.  I had no children at home needing multiple Zoom links every day.  I was at home, not in a classroom full of aerosolized student breath.  I could see my students’ faces on the Zoom screen.  I had explained to them that I have single-sided deafness and would need to see their faces so that I could lip-read, and they were generally obliging.  On the difficulty scale of teaching in Fall 2020, my situation ranked 1.  I knew plenty of people trying to manage at 8 or 9 or 10.