I flopped onto the porch swing.

“Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference is moving ahead at half capacity and will also offer a virtual conference option.”

Toddler angst and teen ennui grappled for control of my tear ducts. Adult rationale cowered somewhere in the background.

Hubby side-eyed me.

“Shouldn’t you be smiling? A virtual option is good news, right?”

“Yes, but—”