Pandemic

Dramatic title.  But I'm starting there because that's why I'm writing here.  Again.

I've got time on my hands - you know between my work-at-home job, and children both home, and dogs to manage, and all the things to worry about.  But, time.  At home. Some folks are encouraging all of us who have the ability/privilege to work from home/be home to see it as a gift. All the time spent this way.  And in that way that all time spent some way is a gift, I guess it is just that, a gift.  I'm - well, struggling not's that right word - but I'm something this morning.  I need to make some lists of things to do. But I have so many lists I want to make that I'm not sure where to start.  Work (audit, sunset, legislation) and home (laundry, clean this, organize that), movies to watch (listen to. watch.), workouts to try, food to eat.  I should be journaling. My food. My day. My whatever.  It's day one here.  I mean I've been home from work since Friday - but really, this is day one.  What I'm here to say is that I miss the people I work with already.  I miss walking to their offices to say hello.  Checking in. In person.  And laughter.  In a group.  Laughing alone at text messages and funny memes/GIFs is good, but not great.  So here we are.  Morning one. Day 1. Blogging.  When I should be working.  But I'm gonna work.  And walk (if it ever stops raining - or maybe I'll just walk in the rain). And dance to music.  And try to figure out how to feel like part of a community from my skybox office that I've spent the weekend fixing up so that I can work from home. For awhile.

And I'm hitting publish on this pretty quickly and moving on to what's next. Because I need to feel like I've done something this morning.  So I can move on to doing something else.

And I like to include pictures in my posts.  Next time.  I need to remember how to do that and that's not happening now.


#pandemic #homebound #butwithfamily #andfood #andtp