I am fine, I’m still getting paid and I’m healthy and all in all, I’m incredibly fortunate. But I’m so fucking over this.
I have been doing fairly well with walking regularly, meaning 4-5 times a week, barring early conference calls. In fact, when I go back to work, if I ever go back to work, I need to adjust my hours so I can get a couple of miles in the morning. It truly makes me feel 30% less stressed throughout the day.
This was to be my shirt for the Star Wars 5k that will not happen. I came across it the other day while looking for yoga pants, and felt a wave of deep sadness. It’s such a small thing in the vast sea of awful, but dammit. I really wanted to wear this shirt for a picture with Chewbacca.
I alternate between the gritted-teeth “I’M FINE!!!” and actually feeling normal for a bit, then I go to Publix and don’t feel fine or normal at all. I had a decades long habit of popping into Publix on my way home from work to pick up a day or two’s worth of meal ideas, and now that’s simply not possible. Publix is now limiting access to the store; we have to line up outside and a person is let in as one comes out.
I’ve realized that for the foreseeable future I’m going to have to plan out a week or more’s worth of meals, order online, and pick up my groceries. Again, it’s a small thing and lots of people already shopped a week or so at a time, it’s not a major hardship, so I don’t want to sound like such a whiner, but yeah, I’m whining a bit.
I’m sitting at a ergonomically dubious desk in my home office for hours, doing a job I still dislike, and by mid afternoon I’m not sore, exactly, but I just feel…weird, physically and mentally. I’m very, very lucky to still have an income, and I know it, but this is hard. It’s not so much the job, or even working from home, but it’s the lack of normalcy in my non-working hours that is draining me mentally and emotionally.
So, what’s good right now? My daughter found a u-pick blueberry farm in Clermont, where u-can’t-pick right now, but you can order online and make a pickup appointment and they bring them to your car.
2 lbs. of blueberries is a lot of berries, even when they’re absolutely huge. In addition to just eating them, I’ve made two loaves of lemon blueberry bread, and I think today the last of this load may go into blueberry cobbler. That sounds easy and comfort-food-y.
So, enough whining from me, I know why people read this: HOW ARE THE DOGS???
After months of no issues, Sophie’s intestinal woes are back. I picked up metronidazole over a week ago, it has done nothing. I’m pretty sure she’s fully blind now, and I swear she’s depressed about it. She sleeps a lot. Her appetite is still good and when I can persuade her to go outside she enjoys a leisurely sniff of all the things, but yeah, this is hard.
Gidget is fine, but in dire need of grooming. I’m questioning her alleged Chihuahua – Yorkie heritage; she’s starting to look like an Ewok. I can give her a bath and trim her face and “sanitary region” a bit myself, but yeah, she’ll be in dire need of professional help in another month.
We’re all hanging in through this weird, weird time. I hope you all are too.
4 thoughts on “I’m So Over This: Saturday Edition.”
Gald to hear from you, even if it’s whining. Wouldn’t be human if you didn’t feel completely thrown off by this. Gidget does look like an Ewok. I worked from home from 18 years, except when I was traveling nonstop. Key was a comfortable desk and chair, and a large computer monitor, especially after I had an eye stroke. But I sometimes worked 14 hours a day at that desk. It sucked. I have zero social life, so not much has changed for us. So far Ive been taking advantage of senior hours at the grocery and going early early. Plus, I’ve been sewing face masks. Lots of face masks.
Thanks for the update. I’m sorry Sophie is struggling. You’re a champ for getting out to walk. I’m struggling mightily in that area. Weirdly hard to leave the basement apartment. sigh. Are you knitting at all? My attention span for it is short but am making some progress. Hope the week ahead is better for us all.
I’m knitting random rows on that throw pillow cover, and it’s coming along. Mostly I’m trying to move, because hunching over a laptop or knitting right now feels wrong.
I hear you. My shoulders are starting to hurt from poor laptop ergonomics. Knitting doesn’t really help that. Today I compromised, and in the brief morning sun, sat outside with coffee and the sunday paper till the chilly breeze chased me in.
I’ll try to channel you good example more this week.