COVID-19: Day 25 and 26: One long day

The days are starting to blend into one another.  It doesn’t help that I have my days and nights mixed up.  I work until 4:30 or 5 p.m. and then go to sleep, wake up at 2 am or 4 am and rock on for a few hours.  Napping before starting work at about 8 am.  This is not good.

Yesterday, Day 25, I couldn’t find anything to write about.  It was just a day.  I researched the CARES Act for funding for the nonprofit I work for, I wrote some business letters and I worked on the webpage.  Nothing scintillating there.  I’m also teaching myself Photoshop Elements which is slow going because my brain just doesn’t work the way that software was written.

I did talk to Chef Boy ‘R Mine:  a real phone call.  Neither of us had much to say but it was good to hear his voice.  His birthday is on June 15th.  I’m hoping to be out of shelter-in-place by then.  Maybe, I’ll even go to Atlanta to see him.  I do miss the boy.  I also miss his wife.  I don’t have a pithy nickname for her yet.  I adore her though.  He chose well.

It’s 6 a.m. Time to start this day.  I’m thinking of actually showering and putting on real clothes.  Maybe that will make it feel like a real day.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained. . .

 

COVID-19: Day 24: Working from Home

This working from home thing is not easy for me.  On the best of days, I’m easily distracted and these are not the best of days

I’ve holed up in my office.  I have my work computer and many of my paper files.   I don’t have post-it notes.  How do people work without post-it notes?  I’ve got notes scribbled everywhere with no rhyme or reason.  I can’t line up my stickies on the side of my desk like I’m used to because there are none.

And it’s my fault.   I went into the office today to water the plants and get some other stuff I need, but I forgot the post-its.  I can’t justify a trip for just post-it notes, so it has to wait

In the meantime,  I have a stack of used envelopes, torn sheets of paper, the stray receipt, etc. with my notes written on them.  It is not satisfying.  It is not efficient and I’m going to forget something important with this system.

The good news?  My WiFi comes and goes.  Right now, it is working so I can print.  This is a good thing.  I had a bunch of stuff I needed to print.

Day 24 of how many?  This is getting old.

COVID-19: Day 17: New Normal

I put myself on a schedule in order to protect my sanity.  Up at 6 am, work by 8 am,, lunch at noon, quit working at 4:30.  Bedtime at 10.  (This latter is problematic, but it’s a goal.  So is sleeping all night.)

It’s working.  I’m centered.  I got stuff accomplished today.  And now I’m entering the entertainment time of the day.  I’m watching crime dramas on one of the few channels my antenna can receive, sipping a glass of wine, and playing with the dogs.  I’ll clean the kitchen here in a minute.

I did leave the house today.  If I’m to work at home, I will need paper:  nary a sheet in the house.  So, off I went.  I was surprised to be greeted on the interstate with a sign telling me I was supposed to be at home.  Essential Travel Only!

The office was dark and rather eerie.  It was a very atypical Monday morning.  I watered the plants and grabbed a ream of paper.  Home I went.  The round trip took slightly over an hour.

But there were people out.  Not as many as normal, but a fair number.   That may change a little.  They closed the park today and they’re going to start ticketing/citing folks who don’t comply with the stay-at-home order.

An aside:  Speaking of which, the Virginia governor told his people they to stay at home until June 10th.  JUNE 10th.  He’s a pediatrician by training.  He probably understands this stuff better than most.

All-in-all, today was uneventful.  I’m not anxious or stressed and I’m settling into a routine.  Let’s hope this continues.  We all gotta do what gets us through the night.   I’m sorry this is so boring, but I’m grateful for an uneventful day.  They’ve been few lately.

 

COVID-19: Day 7 or Only a Week?

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.

Sigh.

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.