Today they announced the virus was confirmed at the health department 20 miles west of me. They also confirmed that the virus was found 40 miles to the east of me at a local medical facility. Thus I have this song stuck in my head:
It’s kind of been a lousy day. I went to the office where I was completely alone for a few hours. Later, some of my co-workers sequestered themselves in their offices and we talked to one another from afar. Eventually, we gathered in one office, keeping more than 6 feet between us, and talked. I, for one, am craving human company.
I’m at loose ends and I really can’t articulate why. I told my co-worker today that I will be okay once we’re in the throes of this thing. It’s the waiting, I think, that’s unsettling me. I roared through the stuff on my desk and discovered it was only 3:30. With nary a thing to do, I left early.
I arrived home to puppies glad to see me. They’re always glad to see me. They’re glad to see me after I’ve left for 90 seconds to check the mailbox.
Speaking of which, I found a rejection email in my electronic mailbox. I had been hopeful. This one had submission guidelines that said they make most decisions within 15 days. They had mine for 42 days. (Counting? Who’s counting?)
It’s Friday. Normally, on a Friday, I would be gleeful about the idea of two whole days sequestered in my beloved barn, but these are not normal times.
The plan is to clean with a vengeance. I have got to do something productive and quit eating. Yes, I’m stress-eating. Really bad. Terrible. Going-to-be-bigger-than-a-house-if-this-doesn’t-stop-soon-stress-eating. (Phew! Ran out of hyphens.)
So, it’s only been a week. Doesn’t it feel like an eternity since last Friday when we were all joking about a full-moon and Friday the 13th in the same week? LOL. Good times.
Only a week. Out of how many?
Honestly, I’ll be okay once we’re in the middle of this thing. I’m good in a crisis. Really.