I’ve been enjoying the photos my daughter sends from Auckland. She has plenty of time to relax and wander around the city while she’s waiting to start her job, and she has been making the most of it. Seeing a tulip garden at the end of September seems a bit odd, though, with the seasons flipped.

Then again, everything seems odd these days, with climate change making it much warmer here than it normally would be in autumn. The rowing season feels almost like one long summer instead of distinct seasons. Now that my husband works from home, we can go out earlier in the afternoon than we could when he worked in an office. That flexibility is great to have—but, sometimes, it feels like all the old routines and expectations have broken down, and whatever comes next is still waiting to be built.