My month of post-surgery medical leave is officially over. I punched in to work for the first time at a little before 9:00am.
I am so far behind it’s insane, yet at the same time I already feel like I never left. There have been a bunch of staffing changes and some new policies and other fun things. I had 1,683 emails in my inbox when I started the day, and I think there have been 50 or so more come in today already.
I have had meetings all morning and that has made it tough to get my liquids in. I am in the middle of a slightly shortened lunch break right now and I am not sure if I will be able to finish my 2.5 ounce meal before the next meeting starts. In the past I would just eat quickly and then chug some water if I was feeling dehydrated. I can’t do that now though. My stomach won’t let me.
This will calm down over the next day or so, but for today I am stressing mightily. It will be okay though. I am happy to be back. I just want to feel a little less like an alien posing as me, you know what I mean? You probably don’t know what I mean, but that’s sort of how I feel.
I am having a day, my readers and only friends. I am having a day.
It’s 47 degrees outside. I don’t know what the temperature is inside, but it’s not too bad. I’m still in Harry’s room and expect to be here through the rest of the work day. It’s not exactly chilly in here. It’s basically kind of pleasant, but it’s not what you would call warm. I’ve walked to the bedroom once or twice just to experience a little more warmth, but it hasn’t been a necessity or anything. The temperature is more than comfortable.
That didn’t stop me from shaking for about two hours this morning. Work got crazy for a while there. Crazy. It’s 2:51 and I am on my lunch. That implies that the morning was busy enough for me to push off food for an hour. Me. Pushed off eating. Yeah. Crazy.
Okay. Lunch break over. Quick check in with the universe over too. I’m heading back in again. Cover me, Porkins!
On a crazy scale from 1-10, today has been a 467037471509436.2.
Holy crap, has it been a crazy day!
You know what though? I tested negative for Covid-19 today. Neh-gah-tiv. Zero Covid. Zip, zilch, nada. Nothing. Covid free since ’93, to paraphrase Mr Ted Mosby.
The love of my life and I are going to have dinner together tonight instead of having dinner at the same time in separate rooms. It’s going to be awesome. On multiple occasions today there were spontaneous hugs and smooches. It was awesome.
Granted, everything else about today was absolute insanity, but the non-quarantine stuff ruled.
Now the question is, what do I do about my work desk. We had talked a little of moving my work day desk out of the bedroom into one of the kids rooms (obviously moving it back to the bedroom when they come home). At first I was not happy working in Harry’s room, but the windows make it a winner. He has two windows that face the back yard. I have had them open for every second that I’ve been quarantinied in here. It’s kinda glorious. The windows in our bedroom face the street, which is nice, but facing the back yard is so much nicer.
Naw, as nice as the air flow in here is, I think I’ll move my work desk back to the bedroom. That’s the spot for me.
A seriously nutty thing happened in the neighborhood today. Yikes!
Jen looked out the window and saw this gigantic mother of a crane rising out from a back yard a few houses up the street.
At first I had no clue what was going on, but about an hour later I saw that a wood chipper had been parked in front of that house and they were shredding a tree.
Ah, that’s the ticket. A few minutes later I saw it. They cut down a tree in the back yard, hooked it up to the crane, then carried it over the house and dropped it in the yard.
It’s not even my house, but sweet christmas was that stressful to watch! yikes, I say. Yikes!
As cool as that was it was tempered by three of my neighbors all standing in the street watching. No masks, no distance. I know them all by face and none of them live together. Come on. Why does 2020 have to throw in something bad along with anything good (looking at you, cheeto)?
Tell me if this is a common thing, or a sign that I have mental problems…
We can all agree that the greatest candy the Earth has ever known is Cadbury Mini-Eggs, right? That’s indisputable. When I eat a bag of Mini-Eggs I like to open the bag, pour the contents into a bowl, and then eat them…
…one color at a time.
That’s not unusual, is it? Everyone does that, right? I’m not mentally defective, am I?