It was confusing enough before. Then there was a holiday in the middle of it all. And they gave us half a day on Friday. I was glad they sent out an e-mail to inform us of their largess, because otherwise I wouldn't have had a clue. I don't know about you, but these days I don't know if it's Tuesday or Christmas.
We were just informed that our working at home will continue until at least the 6th of July and quite possibly throughout the summer. After that, we're not really sure. I never thought I'd miss structure. I'm liking getting up two hours later than I usually do, but outside of that it's just getting weird. While I actually am busy from 8:30 to 5:30 most days, the rest of the day seems to evaporate. All those things I thought I would get to when I had the time remain undone. I guess time wasn't the problem. I just don't want to do them.
Cooking is not a real challenge. We go shopping roughly once every three weeks, trying to keep away from the virus as much as possible. We don't even get take-out. Not so much as a pizza. Luckily, Himself likes to cook and he's wonderful at it, and although it will never be listed as a "hobby" in my resume, I'm getting better at it than I used to be (faint praise at best). There would be things to do if I made myself do them. I have a piano, and trust me, I really should practice because I am horrible at it. I like to read, but I am astounded at how little I have read in the last three months. After two pages my head nods and that's the end of that. I spend too much time on Facebook, but even that is getting boring. I feel like an envelope without an address and I don't know what to do with myself.
After last week's entry on the wonderfulness of the written word I opened my mailbox today and found a Christmas card from a dear friend. It said "Merry May Christmas". She knows I light the tree every night just to solidify my reputation as the neighborhood "character." My pep talks are getting less and less believable, even the ones I give myself.
Well, confusion or not, here we are. COVID-19 is not done with us by a long shot. Many people are dropping their guard because the weather is good or the boredom is intolerable, or I don't know why. We're not ready to do that. We can't afford to take off the masks and run to the beach, and I know that. So I won't, because I am a person who cares about other people, and I'm also not quite through doing what I have planned here on the Blue Marble. No, I don't know what it is, but I know I'm not done. So out of my concern for myself and for you I will stop whining and continue to exercise caution, wash my hands, stop touching my face, wear my mask, light a candle in front of a picture of Tony Fauci and hang on. It's a fascinating time to be alive. The books after this will be interesting. I just hope I can stay awake long enough to read one.
We were just informed that our working at home will continue until at least the 6th of July and quite possibly throughout the summer. After that, we're not really sure. I never thought I'd miss structure. I'm liking getting up two hours later than I usually do, but outside of that it's just getting weird. While I actually am busy from 8:30 to 5:30 most days, the rest of the day seems to evaporate. All those things I thought I would get to when I had the time remain undone. I guess time wasn't the problem. I just don't want to do them.
Cooking is not a real challenge. We go shopping roughly once every three weeks, trying to keep away from the virus as much as possible. We don't even get take-out. Not so much as a pizza. Luckily, Himself likes to cook and he's wonderful at it, and although it will never be listed as a "hobby" in my resume, I'm getting better at it than I used to be (faint praise at best). There would be things to do if I made myself do them. I have a piano, and trust me, I really should practice because I am horrible at it. I like to read, but I am astounded at how little I have read in the last three months. After two pages my head nods and that's the end of that. I spend too much time on Facebook, but even that is getting boring. I feel like an envelope without an address and I don't know what to do with myself.
After last week's entry on the wonderfulness of the written word I opened my mailbox today and found a Christmas card from a dear friend. It said "Merry May Christmas". She knows I light the tree every night just to solidify my reputation as the neighborhood "character." My pep talks are getting less and less believable, even the ones I give myself.
Well, confusion or not, here we are. COVID-19 is not done with us by a long shot. Many people are dropping their guard because the weather is good or the boredom is intolerable, or I don't know why. We're not ready to do that. We can't afford to take off the masks and run to the beach, and I know that. So I won't, because I am a person who cares about other people, and I'm also not quite through doing what I have planned here on the Blue Marble. No, I don't know what it is, but I know I'm not done. So out of my concern for myself and for you I will stop whining and continue to exercise caution, wash my hands, stop touching my face, wear my mask, light a candle in front of a picture of Tony Fauci and hang on. It's a fascinating time to be alive. The books after this will be interesting. I just hope I can stay awake long enough to read one.
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