I’m seriously losing track of things here. I’m managing to mostly keep up with what day it is, but what week it is is a different matter. Even with a calendar open and my computer showing me the date I needed three tries to find the correct week.
I think what passes for my brain is rotting.
That said, I do like the benefits of working from home – the commute that consists of turning the work computer on in the morning and turning it off in the evening, getting loved by whichever cat has decided he or she needs attention, having a nice view out the window… The problem, such as it is, is that I never really set up to work from home as a semi-permanent thing. I have the work laptop on my desk beside my keyboard and monitor, and it’s not really the best possible position or particularly ergonomic.
Of course, when all this started I’d thought it would last maybe 6 weeks, not the dragging 3 months and counting (latest from the job is that we can expect to be working from home at least through the end of June – and judging by what they’re considering as criteria to reopen the workplaces, where I work is going to be among the last ones reopened. They’re calling it re-entry criteria).
So… with no real outside influence, everything does tend to blur into an undifferentiated mush. There’s no real cycle to the day, and no real cycle to the week. Probably the biggest distinction my weekends have is that the work computer doesn’t get opened.
The home one never gets turned off unless its rebooting itself for the latest round of updates, so that’s not really a distinguishable marker of anything. I can’t even use the work deployment cycle because it’s been thrown to the winds in the wake of upper management wanting lots and lots of changes to handle the flailing flurry of legislation. So we’ve been deploying about once a week (and Words have been Said, and expressions of Displeasure made, pointing out that doing this has led to some less than well-designed changes and potentially things that could cause Issues further along. But when the VP speaks, you jump).
There’s also the adjustment to medication thanks to the pancreas finally giving up the ghost (I’m on insulin now and adjusting to the change), something that saw multiple trips to the local pharmacy pickup window. That’s settling nicely, and not causing any problems now I’ve found a sufficiently cat-proof container for the sharp pointy things that have exactly one use.
The once a week-ish run to the supermarket to pick up edibles for the day helps, too – a little fresh air, replenish the snack supply… I suspect that the budget’s been helped a lot by the fact that I haven’t needed to fill the car since mid-February. It would be nice if they didn’t have the whole “thou shalt wear the mask” thing going, particularly because the damn thing makes it harder to breathe (I have chronic allergy issues, and right now is peak allergy season), and worse than that, creeps up until it’s in my bloody eyes.
In the interests of actually being able to get into the store, I suffer the indignity and deal with the bloody thing. For as short a time as possible. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen so many highly intelligent idiots go off their tree like this before – it’s taken three bloody months of seeing fully two thirds of the deaths in my state come from people in retirement homes for our dear darling guvna to realize that maybe aggressive testing and treatment in retirement homes as opposed to shutting down the entire state might be a good idea. He’s still not sure about it.
Apparently since Posner nature has developed more powerful morons.