So, I went to work this morning where I learned that I will be working from home as tasks allow.  As of right now, I’ve got 2 to 3 days of stuff I can easily do from here.

I like working for an enlightened, family-friendly organization.  While I’m not particularly worried about me getting COVID-19, I am very worried about my mother contracting it.  I would never have forgiven myself if I was the person to infect her.

So here I am fixing to fix up the home office so I can wander deep into the organization’s web page which is about 6″ above my skill level.  I’m a little intimidated. But it’s good to have something to preoccupy me so perhaps I can lay off the food.  Really.  The eating is out of control.

During my misspent youth, I could not eat if I was the least bit stressed.  As I’ve aged, I’ve become a stress eater.  From the looks of me, one would figure I’m pretty stressed.  Anyway,

Day 3.  We can do this.

I am officially stir-crazy.  I can do nothing better than anyone you know, and prefer to be home more than any other place.  BUT tell me I have to be home and perverseness kicks in.  I have a mad desire to go out and about.  And do what?  I don’t know.  I don’t feel like doing anything.

Weeks of this, perhaps.

I need to formulate a plan.  It should involve cleaning and writing.  It should involve cuddling puppies and letting friends and family know that I care.  It should, most definitely, involve laundry.  (Alas, I am so behind.)

It should not, as it has today, involve eating a full meal every couple of hours.  At this rate….well, you know.

What are you doing to keep yourself sane?