This isn’t so much a stir crazy moment as it is a monthly check in. Consider it more like The State of the Lock Down.
Yesterday marked 10 months since the last time I was at my desk in Waltham. Ten. 10. 10 months. Unbelievable. So much for two or three weeks. I keep writing that same thing every month, but it’s true. Harry is half way through his senior year in high school. Bellana is a couple of weeks away from staring her fourth semester in college. Jen and I are still plugging away at working from home. Life inside the house is still going well. Life outside of the house is crashing and burning in spectacularly horrifying fashion. Jen just told me that Massachusetts is sending National Guard troops to Washington, DC. 2021 is a nightmare and it’s only two weeks old.
We binge watched The Queens Gambit and it was every bit as riveting as you’ve heard. The first Disney+ Marvel series, WandaVision, premiers tomorrow. I just read they are releasing two episodes, which means I probably won’t be caught up before work in the morning. Wonder Woman ’84 was probably not as bad as most people are saying, but it wasn’t very good. I’ve seen Pedro Pascal in three roles now. He was outstanding in Game of Thrones. He is perfect in The Mandalorian. He was horrendously awful in Wonder Woman. What the hell happened? As for Diana, wishing for her lost love? The goddess who hangs everything on some man? I don’t buy it. It’s clear what she would have wished for. She would have wished to be able to go home. Whatever. Bellana and I started watching The Stand. My favorite book by my favorite author (arguably, it’s either him or Clive Barker) has been turned into a television series and… we’re a few weeks behind now, but it’s not that good. Cobra Kai season three is out there but we haven’t started it yet. Bellana’s not interested so we’re holding off until she goes back to school at which time Jen and Harry and I will likely binge the whole season in a day.
Our Christmas decorations are down and put away. Everything except the lights outside. We had originally agreed to leave those up until inauguration day. Now we’re joining up with a little movement one of our local hospitals is pushing to leave them on for the month of January in honor of those risking their lives to fight Covid-19. Absolutely. We are on board.
One of our cars has it’s check engine light on. I am assuming it’s something to do with air leaking into the gas line, but messing with the gas cap hasn’t helped. It’s low on gas right now so hopefully it will resolve when I fill it again. Unfortunately the car also has an expired inspection sticker and I just don’t want to risk exposure for it. The other car doesn’t expire for a couple of months. That one had tire pressure warnings so I did go to a gas station to top them off. I didn’t run into anyone. It was safe.
Obligatory thank yous to folks on the ground from amazon and grubhub and instacart. You’re all helping to keep my family safe and I will never stop appreciating it.
Jen and I are still lighting candles in every room in the house for no reason at all. Amazon just delivered a big box of fresh supplies. We’ll be telecommuting by candle light for a while longer.
I’m really tired of all of this crap. The upside is that we’re about a week away from having an actual government Covid-19 response plan. It’s probably too late, but maybe it will straighten out the bullshit we’re seeing with vaccine distribution so far. Fingers crossed.
I’m still updating my Covid-19 spreadsheets every day. Infection and death counts every day for both the United States and Massachusetts.
Today is day #316.
I really want to stop. I really do. I just can’t bring myself to do it. It’s devastating to watch the US go from 21 million cases to 22 million cases in four days. It’s heartbreaking to see the 375,000 deaths creep closer and closer to 380,000.
Still… I can’t stop. I feel like I owe it to the people who are sick. It’s stupid, but I do sort of feel that way. I owe it to the people who’ve died. It’s literally the least I can do.
I had to go in to the office and swap my little desktop computer for a shiny new laptop. The guy in charge of the process was kind enough to bring the new box out to me so I didn’t have to go into the building. I did, however, have to drive an hour each way. Yikes!
I straightened out my desk a little. It definitely doesn’t meet my wife’s very high workspace standards, but it’s okay for me. The headset, mouse, keyboard, and GIGANTIC monitor are all Jen’s and I’m just using them during the lock down work from home zaniness. The closed laptop underneath the laptop stand is actually my pre-Covid work-from-home box. These days it’s my watching Netflix while doing my 30 minutes of exercise box. The iPad is not for work use. It’s for listening to music or podcasts (not books) and sometimes youtube streams (like when trump’s terrorist mob attacked the US Capital two days ago) while I work.
How long until I go back to the office? Who knows. Do I want to go back to the office? Nope.
A thought on the continuing saga of lock down. We are all swearing more. A lot more. All of us. Casually, emphatically, humorously, savagely. We’re all swearing more.
We watched an episode of a new show about swearing. I think it was called Swear, oddly enough. Is that a sign that people outside of our house are swearing more too? All of America is swearing more, so much so that we need a TV show to celebrate it.
I’m okay with that. There are a lot of things worth swearing about.
The stress level is very high today. That is expected to a degree, but it’s much higher than it should be. I should actually be relaxing a little. I thought I was going to have to go into one of my company’s buildings this week but I found out today I don’t have to. I only have to wait in the parking lot. That’s nice. That should be calming me down, and it probably is a little, but it’s not straightening me out.
It’s probably Georgia that’s messing me up. The control of the US Senate is up for grabs after all and moscow mitch is just as evil and vile as the cheeto so getting him out of the majority leader seat is pretty gigantic. There’s also the coup d’état that the cheeto and his cult are trying to pull off. The next hurdle in thwarting his idiotic ass is tomorrow when the joint session of congress certifies the electoral collage vote. What could go wrong there? Who knows. Our country is an absolute shit hole right now. Screw you cheeto, and your little cult too.
On a personal note though… calm down, fatty. Stop stressing over things you can’t control.
Oh the sadness. It’s Monday again. Back to work. The holiday season is officially kaput. Now there is nothing on the event horizon except for the continuing saga of the trump cult’s farcically incompetent attempted coup d’etat.
Crud. When is 2021 gonna fix everything and make us all happy and stuff?
I just got a letter. When was the last time you received an actual hand written letter in the mail? It’s been ages.
This one was interesting as it pointed out an unthought of effect of the global pandemic that is both a terrible thing and a wonderful thing depending on your point of view.
The envelope contained two things. One, as mentioned, was a handwritten letter addressed to me. The writing was a little sloppy but I believe the signature said Gloria. The other item in the envelope?
A Jehovah’s Witness pamphlet.
I’ll give you a couple of minutes to stop laughing. It took me about 10 to calm down, so I’ll give you that much at least.
Okay, better? Okay.
The letter opened with an apology. The author (again, Gloria?) expressed her disappointment at not being able to come and see me in person, but due to the corona virus (two words) pandemic she could only keep in touch through the mail.
I’ll give you a couple more minutes to stop laughing.
Okay, better? Okay.
When I stop and think about it I realize how selfish I’ve been. Here I am worrying about the effects of the lock down on my family and friends and on all of the people who cannot work, or who have to work in potentially unhealthy circumstances despite safety warnings and I never once stopped to think about the plight of the missionary community and how hard it must be on them to not be able to canvas random neighborhoods and knock on random people’s doors and save their souls through the good news of whatever cult they happen to be shilling for that day.
Okay, we’re all going to need a few minutes to stop laughing. You’re welcome.
January. We lost Neil and the world has been shit ever since.
In February we went to Disney World for a week, but we were not the droids they were looking for.
In March civilization came to a screeching halt.
In April we were locked down solid, but we still went for drives and sometimes saw interesting things.
In May we finally gave in to The Great British Baking show and just let it take over. Jen and Harry tried their hands at decorating cakes. I just made a lot of Tewksbury Tweets.
In June the kids finally cracked a little (just kidding).
In July I tried to spend as much time outside as I could because I knew it wasn’t going to last.
In August we had a Vote By Mail dry run thanks to the State Primary.
In September we went into a store for the first time in six months. It was creepy and scary and weird, but we came out with a flu shot. A dry run for the Covid vaccine maybe?
In October we did it for real and sent that nazi prick packing.
In November the lights came on a little early.
In December we pulled off a great lock down Christmas.
Up next is 2021. Here’s hoping Covid will be history and lock downs will end and we’ll get to see a little more of the world than just our house. 2020 was a friggin’ mess, but we made the best of it. I’m proud of us for doing it right.
It may not be today, and it may not be tomorrow, but one of these days there will be a post with a photo a month from all 12 months of the shit show that was 2020. I was just perusing the Camera Roll on my Flickr account and I saw something that made me ask… is 2020 my fault?
Back in February Jen, Harry, and I all took a ride on the Millenium Falcon. Was this Disney Imagineering Magic dream come true so colossal that it required the entire universe to a pay a price in return? Did me taking a ride on the Falcon karmically cause the Covid-19 lockdown and all the shit that came with it? It didn’t cause Covid-19 because it was already running wild in other parts of the world, but did it cosmically open the door for the mess we have in the United States right now?