Wow. This month . . . it's been CRAZY. This is me and John . . . two weeks ago. Two weeks ago today, we were driving around Costa Rica on these old dirt roads and crazy steep turns and twists and holes and beaches that stretch on forever with little turtle eggs just hatched and sun and heat forever. It was dreamy in every way. Except . . . Underneath it all . . . there was a sobering knowledge that things were spreading and fear was mounting. We tried to push it away, but all the news, when we looked at it was bad. Then the text from airlines started scaring us. We never discussed it, but there was a real fear that we wouldn't be able to get home. OR if we would get home, we'd have to stay away from our kids for two weeks. Flying the Wednesday, March 11 (or before the world as we knew it ended), was a somber and worrisome experience. Everyone was serious. Everyone kept their distance from you. In...