COVID-19: Day 14: Oh Good Grief

So, it’s been one of those days.

I decided that part of the reason I was so discombobulated was that both my schedule and my routine were completely whacked.  So I set to finishing setting up the home office.  Before today, I was working here and there and had stuff scattered everywhere.  My sleep has been disturbed so I’ve been working at 4 a.m. and 2 a.m. and 7:17 a.m.  All of this had to stop.  So I decided, starting Monday, I will keep regular hours.

So.

I gathered everything together and took it to my home office.  The home office has been neglected for some time.  The first order of business was to clear the desk.  There wasn’t any room to work for all the flotsam and jetsam of my writing life.  Then I had to hook up the big monitor to the tower.  I’m too old to do spreadsheets on a small monitor.  There was a cable compatibility problem.  I had to cannibalize one monitor to get the type of cable I needed.  It’s a good thing I have a closet full of computer equipment.

It’s also a bad thing.  I think that’s where the chipmunk might have been, though I can’t be sure.  The dogs were whining and carrying on so I took down the baby gate that keeps them out of my office.  While I was busy with the cord problem, they were uncharacteristically quiet.

I should have known.

I turned around and almost stepped on a very dead, partly eviscerated chipmunk.

I don’t do dead things well.

After a necessary freak-out period, I went downstairs and got the dustpan to scoop up the poor little thing.  I did.  And then I put it in a garbage bag.  I then went to wash my hands, but, silly me, I left the plastic bag on the floor.  The dogs retrieved the chipmunk.

A chase ensued.

My nerves are shot.  AND THEN I tried to hook up the printer.  I won’t bore you, but it too was a comedy of errors but there was no loss of life involved.

I get the printer hooked up and discover it’s out of ink.  Won’t print.  I desperately need to print.   I fired up the ‘puter and went to my go-to places for ink.  Nobody can guarantee me delivery in a timely manner due to high demand.  Apparently, I am not the only person who has a home printer out of ink.

After searching, I do find ink that might be here Monday.  But might not.  No guarantees due to high demand.

I have a high demand for some relief from this day.  And I’m going to have it.  Right now.

Happy Sequestration!

COVID-19: Day 13: Turn the TV off and do something creative

dining roomSo, I’m working from home and I’m being pretty productive, I might add.  BUT I’ve gotten into the bad habit of keeping the TV on in the background.  This is odd behavior for me.  I don’t watch television and because I don’t watch it, I only get local channels.  So, I’m pretty much stuck with the local NBC affiliate because it comes in the clearest.

I was up at 4:00 today.  I turned on the news at 4:30 and it went on and on until the end of the Today Show at 11.  This is not good for me.  Nope.  Not good.

So I turned it off and worked in my normal silence for the remainder of the workday.  Much nicer.

At 4, I had an online poetry workshop.  Oh, how it did my evil heart good.  We concentrated on the concept of home and identified a specific room in a specific place and went through the five senses of being in that room.   I have six pages of notes for a prose poem about my dining room.  I can’t wait to dig into it a little later tonight.

Right now, I have the news on.  I thought it important to tune into the national news.  It’s depressing.  Now I’m going to turn it off and do something creative.

Be good to yourself.

 

COVID-19: Day 12

runaway trainI have found my sea legs or my equilibrium or whatever.

I often let anxiety get to me until we reach the runaway train status.  Then?  Well, then, I’m cool as a cucumber.

I think we’re at runaway train status.  There’s nothing that can be done now, but hang on and try to enjoy the ride.

Today was normal if normal involved a ratty t-shirt and holey leggings for work attire.  I was busy beginning at 7:17 a.m. and rocked almost constantly until after 5 (except for the 30-minute snooze after lunch of leftover spaghetti).  It was normal in the variety of problems that presented, but the problems were all related to the fact that bunches of people who don’t normally are now working from home.

I drove myself crazy trying to find passwords for purchasing sites that I use.  I didn’t think to bring home any post-it notes.  How can one work without stickies everywhere?  I drove myself crazy trying to get real people on the phone.  I even called my ISP to try and solve an email problem — talk about being driven crazy.  All of it far more normal feeling than fretting.

I’m hanging on.

 

COVID-19: Day 9 I’m a slug and an artist-in-residence (or artiste!)

brown slug on coral

Photo by Tom Fisk on Pexels.com

I’ve been a slug today.  I have done nothing of any import.  I have eaten multiple times.  I have danced with the puppies.  I have stalked Facebook.

An aside:  I moved a Milwaukee boy down here and was present when he encountered his first slug.  Now it was a really big slug, but still.  He was a really big guy.  Anyway.  I heard bellowing from the downstairs.  I rushed out of the bath and down the stairs to find The Ex cowered with my infant son pointing at a slug and its slimy trail on the  carpet.  He was terrified.  Horrified and lots of –fieds.  I was amused.  He was not.

Tomorrow, I go into the office to pack up my PC and files to bring home.  Call it a hunch, but I think West Virginia will be ordered to stay home very soon.  I need to be ready.

I did run across an amusing meme today.  I am Connie, the artiste-in-residence at The Barn of W. Va. Fur & Root.  Namaste, y’all.

COVID-19: Day 8 Part 2

Yes, I think this is going to be one of those historical lines in the sand. That was then, this is now. So, I blew the dust off my blog and am posting daily journal entries. I think we’re in for a wild ride — right now the bicycle is just wobbling but I think we’ll be into full-blown careening before long.  — A comment I made on a Facebook post.

I just turned the governor off.  Rumor was rampant that he was going to close the state.  It sounded to me as if he’s leaning that way, but not there yet.  Instead, he exhorted us all to work from home if we could, wash our hands. and encourage others to take this seriously.

I’m taking it seriously.

I truly believe that this is one of those moments in history where we date things before and after.  Pre-9/11, Post 9/11.  Pre-World War II, post war….  Etc.

I’m emotionally worn out.  And eating potato soup with dumplings.  I’ve had Law & Order:  Special Victims Unit on mute all day and Alexa blaring music of my choice.  I’m full-blow A.D.D.

This too shall pass.