I’ve been hermiting hard for the last… oh, ages, I suppose, but with the lockdown nonsense and moving to working from home all the time, it’s gone from moderate hermiting to the kind of serious hermiting where the only real human contact I get most of the time is with my husband. I do get remote contact via teleconferences (at least one meeting every day, usually more), but there’s not very much actual interacting with humans going on.
I don’t miss it all that much, strangely enough. It’s not like I haven’t done this before. Pre-Internet, I was quite capable of going days without interacting with anyone else.
It’s just… everything seems to have gone off into the parallel dimension where nothing is quite right and nobody knows what they heck it’s all supposed to mean. Which is better than some of the alternatives: there’s no sign of the dimension where everyone is evil and has a proper Evil Goatee to prove it, or worse, the Sluggy Freelance Dimension of Lame where everything is so sickeningly nice it’s a wonder anyone has any teeth left (if I remember correctly that one got invaded and taken over by demons).
No, the current alternative dimension is just… odd. Like everything is doing what it should, only two paces to the left. Or just a bit out of focus. Or something.
That or my always questionable sanity has gone on vacation again without bothering to let me know in advance.
In any case, I’m not entirely sure where I am or what I’m going to be doing next, at least not in any sense that doesn’t involve the day job. That, I know will be happening every weekday when I power on the work laptop, and will be happening at home for most likely the rest of this year at least. Possibly longer, because work is being extremely cautious about reopening offices.