The dishwasher is full of clean dishes, and the kitchen worktop is covered with dirty dishes. None of which seem to move. Dirty clothes lay around the house, and clean clothes lay in bags still. The piles are building up. We forget to eat or we cannot because the hurry and worry make us sick to our stomachs. Instead, we drink more coffee. We forget the things we buy at the supermarket. We look for our car keys when we hold them in our hands. We burn the quinoa. At night we cannot sleep. In the morning we sleep through our alarms, and the new day is half gone. Waking up behind. We move yesterday’s to-do list to tomorrow. Some things we move to next week. Because we know it will not get done. Not today. We are not good at maintenance these days but there is a storm inside. We try to weather the storm.