There are many.
Stuff to eat and drink.
I'm having a hard time not constantly snacking, actually.
I can sit around in pajamas all day if I want.
But I've been putting on actual clothing every day so I guess I'll notice if my pants start to get tight.
I have time.
Lots of time to do the laundry.
Fold it and put it away, too.
I have shows on Netflix, Prime, DVD.
Facebook, email.
Text messaging.
I have a ton of art supplies. I'm drawing little pictures while I watch stuff with Eric in the evenings/on weekends.
Planning crafty things for when I do get back to work, the kids really enjoy that (me too) and you can never have too many craft ideas, right?
Playing with LEGO.
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| They're not six feet apart. |
But if you know me, you know I worry.
All the time.
About all kinds of things.
Things that I can't control.
Things I *can* control.
I worry about my kids, both the ones I get paid to hang out with and the ones I manufactured myself. My own two are nice enough to text me every day, or most days, and we chat back and forth a bit.
I wish I'd harvested everyone's email address before we got booted out of the building on the 13th. As it is, I have contact info for a few of them. So I checked in with the ones I could this evening, told them I can't wait to get back to our regular routine.
I refrained from speculating about how long that might be, but the longer we're locked up, the less likely it seems that it will be short. Especially after the way it's been handled so far.
I don't like uncertainty.
I know I'd feel better if I knew that the people I love would be okay after this. If I knew that *if* I caught the plague I'd be one of the people who has a mild case and survives. The control-freak-I-have-always-been-and-always-will-be doesn't want to give up my control.
I don't want to die, which is pretty common, I think.
The upside of the control freak thing is that I finally stopped smoking (for the second time 'cause I stopped in 1987 when I was PG with Matt) back in 1992 when I was PG with Lyssa and didn't start again 'cause I had this horrible thought... that someone else would marry Eric and raise MY children if I wasn't there.
I've always liked being home. Sitting around in pajamas if I feel like it. Watching whatever I feel like watching. Baking cookies. Doing not much.
But now that I'm staying home to try to avoid giving or catching this virus, I'm not having a lot of fun. I'd like to go goodwill hunting. Or to work. I have always enjoyed my job, it's not fun for me to be missing work.
It doesn't do a lot to help with paychecks, either. I had a full paycheck this past Friday. My next check will be one week instead of two. Then, nothing. No idea how long this is going to go on.
Eric's still working for now, our governor has mostly shut down the state but construction is still going on, and landscaping falls under that classification. His new job has him testing backflow devices for commercial accounts and he's really not in contact with people much.
We're fine.
Here's an interesting thing I've noticed.
Everyone I've ever done business with sees a need to
The power company isn't going to shut off my power if I don't pay.
Maria Pope, CEO assured me they're not going to add late fees, too.
My insurance agent is doing everything by phone, email or carrier pigeon. Kidding on that last, pigeons can't afford to be out right now either.
The latest was an email from Dave Watson, CEO at Comcast.
Blah blah blah blah... our people are working from home, we're adding free content, blah blah some more.
Dave.
Why don't you cut everyone's bill by 15% and quit screwing the population?
That would be helpful.
I'm going through my stuff again and tossing more out.
Been working on that for ages.
Apparently the tunnel is longer than I thought, since I can't see any light at the end of it, but every little bit helps, or so they tell me.
We had planned on selling our truck before all this shit happened, so I'm looking for the title. You know how you put something in a safe place so you can find it later and then have no fucking clue where you put it?
Or is that just me?
So what's normal in your life right now?
There's not much that is normal around here. Like you, I will likely hear from my employers that we will remain shut down for ???
ReplyDeleteI am making a few financial plans. We will be ok, but may have to harvest some of the money we've put in IRA accounts. That's what it's there for, after all.
I am able to go outside ~ we have open spaces where you aren't required to be closer than 6 feet. Luckily the weather is cooperating. I joked to a friend of mine that dogs all over the U.S. are going to drop a few pounds because they're getting more walks.
And yeah, I've put things away and then couldn't remember that "obvious" place I put them at the time :-)
Take care of yourselves!
We're taking care as best we can.
DeleteThe whole 'you're not alone' thing, which is usually said to be comforting isn't helping this time. ::sigh::
I could stand to drop a few pounds. Maybe I need a dog.
So far the impact on me has been minimal. Maybe it is good to be retired.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're able to to stay home and be safe. And you have your boss right there with you. When he's not eating, I'm sure he's taking good care of you.
DeleteThings are definitely different right now. I don't see nearly as many people out on the street these days. The markets are open but that's about it. Our daughter moved back in with us since she lost her job and she's allergic to our dog. Things are a little stressful.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine.
DeleteGrocery stores are open here, too, not that I'm shopping.
Horrifying in so many ways and on so many levels.