Feels unreal, doesn't it?
I just have to say that I'm really bad at this whole quarantine thing. I mean, I'm doing it because there is a chance I was directly exposed to the dreaded virus, but I don't do it well. I've never called myself a good self-starter and, hoo boy, I was right! As many people correctly point out, this is a good time to slow down and attend to the interior life. Do that house project you've always wanted to do. Read books, write poetry, color, dance, sing...our opportunities are almost endless.
But this is me. What do I do? I start sleeping in until 10am, grab a cup of coffee and wonder what to do next while accomplishing very little. I've had to complete a couple of school assignments but it took every ounce of discipline I own to get through them. Plus I'm started to get the "tomorrows". Sure, I could do that reading tonight, but there's always tomorrow. Maybe I should just take a nap. Each day just feels like a lump of time to get through.
I'm going to try to do better. Tomorrow (of course!) I'm going to try getting up at 8am. Maybe plan my day so I devote a certain number of hours to schoolwork and maybe work ahead as much as I can. (!) I can bake when I get bored, I've started a jigsaw puzzle, and it's the beginning of the spring water fowl migration if I need to get out of the house.
But I'm suffering a weird kind of ennui. I'm still jumpy every time I happen to cough. I'm really worried about exposing my husband so periodically I maniacally run about the house wiping random surfaces with anti-germ wipes (Door knobs! Light switches!). I make sure our towels are separate and I'm doing my own laundry. This does seem kind of moot, however, considering we're still sleeping in the same bed. We have our limits! I spend a lot of time on my phone with emails, Facebook, and texts. I'm becoming one with my couch. Meanwhile, my husband is one of those functional people who is sorting the stuff in the attic. I look really bad by comparison.
These are strange, strange times. I had a conversation with my sister who experienced a big flood. It was triggered by heavy rains upriver from where she lives. They had a lot of advanced warnings that the flood was coming, complete with maps of the areas affected. Even with all that information, she said, you really didn't know what it was going to look like until it happened. People tried to prepare, but it's not easy when you don't know how high the water is going to get, or what that looks like when it's approaching your house.
Maybe that's it. I don't know what a pandemic looks like, how bad it will get, what I need to prepare for. I'm not sure that it has fully sunk-in that Tom won't be going to work, and I'm not doing shifts at the restaurant. I won't be riding the train into Cleveland, sitting in class with my school posse, having dinner with friends. And it's going to be like this for awhile. I better get used to this alternate existence and start managing my time.
Good luck with that. {sigh}
One thing I've realized I can do is start writing again. It's been over two years since I've posted in here! Glad I could still find it! I'm back, kids!
I'm just warming up, of course. If I have any deep thoughts I will share them. So that's what's up with me.
And how are you?
I just have to say that I'm really bad at this whole quarantine thing. I mean, I'm doing it because there is a chance I was directly exposed to the dreaded virus, but I don't do it well. I've never called myself a good self-starter and, hoo boy, I was right! As many people correctly point out, this is a good time to slow down and attend to the interior life. Do that house project you've always wanted to do. Read books, write poetry, color, dance, sing...our opportunities are almost endless.
But this is me. What do I do? I start sleeping in until 10am, grab a cup of coffee and wonder what to do next while accomplishing very little. I've had to complete a couple of school assignments but it took every ounce of discipline I own to get through them. Plus I'm started to get the "tomorrows". Sure, I could do that reading tonight, but there's always tomorrow. Maybe I should just take a nap. Each day just feels like a lump of time to get through.
I'm going to try to do better. Tomorrow (of course!) I'm going to try getting up at 8am. Maybe plan my day so I devote a certain number of hours to schoolwork and maybe work ahead as much as I can. (!) I can bake when I get bored, I've started a jigsaw puzzle, and it's the beginning of the spring water fowl migration if I need to get out of the house.
But I'm suffering a weird kind of ennui. I'm still jumpy every time I happen to cough. I'm really worried about exposing my husband so periodically I maniacally run about the house wiping random surfaces with anti-germ wipes (Door knobs! Light switches!). I make sure our towels are separate and I'm doing my own laundry. This does seem kind of moot, however, considering we're still sleeping in the same bed. We have our limits! I spend a lot of time on my phone with emails, Facebook, and texts. I'm becoming one with my couch. Meanwhile, my husband is one of those functional people who is sorting the stuff in the attic. I look really bad by comparison.
These are strange, strange times. I had a conversation with my sister who experienced a big flood. It was triggered by heavy rains upriver from where she lives. They had a lot of advanced warnings that the flood was coming, complete with maps of the areas affected. Even with all that information, she said, you really didn't know what it was going to look like until it happened. People tried to prepare, but it's not easy when you don't know how high the water is going to get, or what that looks like when it's approaching your house.
Maybe that's it. I don't know what a pandemic looks like, how bad it will get, what I need to prepare for. I'm not sure that it has fully sunk-in that Tom won't be going to work, and I'm not doing shifts at the restaurant. I won't be riding the train into Cleveland, sitting in class with my school posse, having dinner with friends. And it's going to be like this for awhile. I better get used to this alternate existence and start managing my time.
Good luck with that. {sigh}
One thing I've realized I can do is start writing again. It's been over two years since I've posted in here! Glad I could still find it! I'm back, kids!
I'm just warming up, of course. If I have any deep thoughts I will share them. So that's what's up with me.
And how are you?
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