Since I wrote my last blog entry, the entire world has shifted. I have been hunkered down at home to “social distance” from my friends and family in an effort to slow the spread of the pandemic Covid-19. Last week I stood outside my parents’ door, glass shielding our touches while we talked. No hugs. I’ve been going through some odd process of grief / guilt / fatigue / overwhelm because the world as we know is not the same, and going forward, no matter what happens-good or bad-my world will never quite be the same. I’ve had guilt over buying sprinkles so I could continue baking as my therapy (I even asked…