As the workday wound down, I suddenly realized that I had not heard from the instructor of my writing class regarding whether or not we were going to have our weekly course that night. I reached out to her around 4pm - seemingly she had a distro for the course that she must have forgotten to add me to. Logically, and since the city was essentially on a lock down, she had moved the course to be online, hosted through an easy to use, simple conferencing application called Zoom. However, she also move the class up a half hour and as per usual, I had failed to wake up early enough for my workout.
Around 4.30pm I sprinted out of the apartment for my run, this time choosing the always less populace East River bike trail system to run along. These trails are not as new as those on the posh west side, nor would it be getting as much late day sun, so I knew it was unlikely that I would run into the crowds I had encountered the day before. And I was right. The highway sign had been updated for the crisis though as seen below....
I made it a quick trip, sprinted back to the apartment and hopped on the computer to participate in the remote learning session. A writing class is an interesting thing; in essence you pay an instructor to read your pieces and tear them apart, all in the hopes of creating something publishable in the media. I'd taken courses from Sue Shapiro over ten years ago and was excited to take her class again when I signed up. I wasn't sure how she would handle teaching over a video conference call setting, but in all honesty it almost went more smoothly than when we all cram into her apartment in the Village.
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