Sometimes the things you think are important turn out to be not that important after all. It was mid-March when I was eagerly awaiting the start of the Big 10 basketball tournament. I had plans to meet friends to watch the competition. Of course, that tournament never happened, and little did we know that just about everything else would soon be canceled as well. I was sad to learn there will be no Big 10 football this fall. Watching football would normally consume my weekend. I was eagerly awaiting the Moon Tunes schedule, eager to bask in the sun with friends while enjoying the beautiful new bandshell. That too will wait until next year. For now, I am simply satisfied to sit outside and marvel at the hummingbirds we have attracted. We have gone for drives, just for something to do, and have seen some new sights. I miss my kids, but we Zoom weekly, and I have gotten to see them twice since this mess started, but I haven’t allowed myself to hug them, or even shake their hands. But they are safe, and holding up as well as can be expected. My interest in things I thought were important, like sports, has waned. But I now have more appreciation for the little things, and these days, perhaps those are the things that really matter.