Probably Jinxing Myself

It’s been quiet here tonight. Dad has been okay. He hasn’t gotten out of bed which is good for my stress level but not so good for his recovery. He needs to get some strength back in his legs and staying in bed is not going to get him there. I’ll see if I can coax him up during the odd coffee break tomorrow.

My mother was in a lot of pain when I got here, but after her last round of meds she went to bed and has been sleeping soundly ever since.

I got a jump on the work day by setting up my computer and everything I need for tomorrow tonight. The last blog post was written on my MacBook while sitting in the living room. This one is being written on my work issued HP while sitting at the workspace in the dining room. That cheap little USB fan is running and as always it is glorious.

I still need to set up my CPAP machine in the living room. I will have to do it in the dark as dad is in there sleeping. I’ve heard the odd snore, so he’s definitely asleep. Mostly I am sitting here writing this because I am waiting for my iPhone and my Apple Watch to charge before I turn in. On previous trips here I would setup a power strip near the couch I sleep on and plug everything in there. It’s not easy to do now as we had a hospital bed setup in that room yesterday and all of the places I would sit things on while they charged have been replaced with piles and piles of stuff. I don’t want to sit a power strip or a laptop on top of that stuff as I’m not sure if any of it might be a fire hazard or not. Shoot me for being extra cautions. So now I’ll just use one plug for the CPAP machine and keep my phone next to the machine with an alarm set. Of all the times I’ve been here over the last couple of months, I have never actually needed the alarm. I’ve always managed to be up long before it goes off. That’s not necessarily a good thing.

I thought about trying to write a little music while I sit here waiting. I have the MacBook and GarageBand with me after all. No… I can’t get into it. I feel too uncomfortable with headphones on.

Okay. I am going to start the turning in process now. Wish me luck.

It Survived

When I work at my parents house I am sitting at the dining room table using a massive desk setup that belongs to my brother. Three monitors and the switcher that lets you use them with a single USB C plug, wireless keyboard and mouse, and a USB hub. Lots and lots of stuff. I’m using it every time I work here, but I have not contributed anything to the work space.

Until today.

It survived the trip. I think I am going to leave it here because it’s pretty delicate and I don’t know how many trips back and forth in a backpack it has in it. Still, this little five speed USB sucker is my new favorite desk swag.

Good Morning

Good morning, everyone. How’s your Tuesday going. Hope you’re off to a good start.

I’m at my parents house. My brother is here and he’s working at his desk. He expects to be wrapping up soon so I can hijack his monitors again. I feel like a squatter but it’s okay.

Jen just called me. She’s off work this morning and went out for some errands. One of them was getting the Kia inspected. She had to go into the shop. Pre-Covid that would have been nothing. Now? That’s a huge accomplishment. I’m very proud of her. My wife has some serious guts.

She also set something up for tomorrow that I don’t want to talk about yet that literally took the weight of the world off my shoulders. The relief is so great it’s like a physical thing. Thank you, my love.

Okay, off to work. Happy Tuesday, everyone!

Commute?

I am about to head to my parents’ house for the work day. I’m still telecommuting but I also sort of have a commute for the next week. I sort of forget how that works.

A morning commute? In Covid-Land? Does not compute.

Anyway, here’s hoping the traffic is okay.

In the Office

March 13, 2020 was the last time I was in the office.

Until today.

A month or so ago my company announced that the building my desk lives in was being sold. Another company made an offer we couldn’t refuse. We needed to clear out all of our stuff. They put together a schedule for all of us to go in and do our thing. My turn came today.

I drove to Waltham, took my temperature, double masked, and went for it. It was exceedingly uncomfortable.

An elevator? For real?
I’ll never take a sunset pic from this window again.

Tomorrow Will be Scary

Want to hear something super scary that’s happening tomorrow?

I have to go into the office. It will only be a short visit but the fact that it’s happening at all is scaring the shite out of me.

I’ll probably live blog it in a vain attempt to keep the scary at bay. We will see.

One Tiny Missing Detail

It just dawned on me that Covid-19 has taken something away from me that I used to look forward to. It’s a teeny tiny detail, but I didn’t get to experience it this year. Note: this is not a complaint at all, just a comment.

I’ve mentioned on this blog (one or two thousand times) that I have a long, painful commute to work. Thanks to the Covid lock down I haven’t had to make that commute in over nine months. This is a good thing. The silver lining to our personal Covid nightmare, if you will.

Traditionally speaking, there is only one day each year in which my horrid commute is actually pleasant. One day out of the roughly 260 business days over the course of a year where I don’t really mind the drive to and from work.

That one day is the last business day before Christmas. On that day, there is never any traffic. I get in the car, hit the highway, and I’m in the parking lot in record time. It’s brilliant.

Today is the last business day before Christmas. Again, I’m not complaining. It’s just another little thing that I always looked forward to (on the rare moments that I actually thought about it) that I don’t get this year. Obviously my commute today was better than any other year. I just sat down and started working. I’m just saying, okay?

Rhythm

I’ve never been one to claim that I have any particular rhythmic skills beyond the barest minimum, but I need to ask this question.

I’m listening to some music as I wrap up my Friday at work. Deep Purple, Made in Japan. Strange Kind of Woman is playing as I type this. It dawned on me a minute ago that I kinda type in time to the music. Not every letter, but things like space bars and returns, they tend to fall on a beat. It’s far from perfect, but it’s close enough that when I do it I notice it. Also, I think I type a little slower when slower tempo songs are playing in the background.

That’s weird, right?

Am I the only one who catches that?

Am I the only doofus?

Vacation Time

There is no end in site to the working from home.  There is no end in site to the social distance.  Even when the end comes, will we be willing to risk a new outbreak?  Will we be willing to venture out into the world of groups and crowds again?

Given that there is no difference, logistically, between a day at work and a day at home, and because there are no other alternatives to those two states of being, what good would taking a vacation day be?

The answer is, probably… none.  It wouldn’t be any good at all.  It would be a waste.

I just put in for a vacation day on my birthday though.  I mean, fuck it.  Why not?

Screw Up

The president is supposed to address the nation and declare a state of emergency.  He should have done that at least a week ago.  Instead he was trying to stop cruise ships from docking in US ports because he didn’t want the number of infected people to go up.  That’s the kind of cunt he is.

He gave a speech the other night where he detailed some new policies.  The White House immediately followed that speech with corrections to the policies he had announced just minutes before.  The ban on air travel to Europe wasn’t across the board like he said it was.  It doesn’t effect citizens and permanent residents.  Insurance companies did not agree to waive copays for treatment as he said, only for testing.  Little things like that.

If he gives another speech what will he get wrong this time?  It’s fun to speculate.  It’s also fucking terrifying to speculate.  This man is so insanely stupid that he can’t even read a speech off of a teleprompter.  Worse, he can’t hire staff who will fact check his speeches before he gives them in front of the entire globe.

Fuck that guy.  I mean really, just fuck that guy.

We’re still waiting on word for how my step son’s school system is going to respond to this global pandemic.  They sent out a statement today saying they were looking into it.  You know, they were doing things that the rest of the region did a week ago.  Way to stay ahead of the curve there.

Why do we have to be surrounded by such stupidity in a time of crisis?

It’s been a quiet day at work today.  I hope it continues.  We were told that we have to clean off our desks so that the operations staff can spend the next couple of weeks disinfecting the shit out of the office.  I really don’t have that much stuff to hide, but I also don’t have many places to hide it.  We were told we could take our desktop computers home with us to ease the telecommuting pains.  I normally remote connect to my desktop from home, but it will be nice to not have to do that.  I still have to figure out how to setup the VPN, and I will need to…

Shit.

I connect to the network at work via an Ethernet connection.  I just spent some time with the Google to figure out how to tell if my PC can connect to a wifi network…

It can’t.

Shit.

Looks like I’ll be visiting Best Buy for a USB wifi thingie.  Crap.

Telecommuting five days a week might sound like fun on paper, but I am pretty sure that by Tuesday I’m going to be sick of it.  Every minor hiccup in the system is going to be magnified a million times based on the fact that I can’t over hear other people talking about it.

I had something else I was going to write about but I got distracted by the wifi thing and now I forget.

In closing: Wash your hands.