We’re doing fine.
We are lucky, in that our kids are old enough not to require constant supervision and entertainment.
We are lucky, in that both my husband and I can work from home.
We are lucky, in that we have plenty of food to last a couple of weeks, at least, plus oodles of content services and high bandwidth internet to keep us all busy.
No one is sick or feeling unwell. We are all here together, and we are all safe.
I am trying not to worry, but as my friend Shawna says, some of us are just worriers by nature, and now of all times is – in the words of Woody from Toy Story – the Perfect Time to Panic. But my husband keeps reminding me that we are fine and lucky and well, and although I am anxious for answers and deadlines and finite solutions, I must learn to just live day-by-day and see what happens.
It’s weird, but I’m getting used to it. I read once that human beings can get used to anything, in a surprisingly short period of time.
So I am fine, and we are fine, and hoping everyone else is, too.
TurtleHead 
I’ve been feeling much the same. We’re all good. We’re all home. The house is quiet. The teens are on the computers and I’m not bugging them about it because it’s officially March Break. Next week might be another situation entirely when we’ll see what “school” looks like. There are people out walking their dogs in the neighbourhood and the weather is decent enough for mid-March. We’re very fortunate in our situation. Just waiting for all hell to explode, really.