Yesterday was the 16th anniversary of my first day working for my current company. I literally cannot believe it’s been 16 years. Does not compute. Syntax Error. Core Dump. Happy Employmentiversary.
On a significantly more depressing note, today marks four months since my last day at work in the office. Four months ago today, 1/3 of a year ago, I packed up my PC and drove home and haven’t been back since.
There are rumblings about going back in September, but nothing is settled. Some folks are traveling to customer sites again, some folks are back in one of our many Massachusetts buildings. Not a lot, but some.
I looked back at some of my posts from March and April the other day and they were all talking about how none of this felt normal. Well, after four months it’s all pretty normal now. It’s all pretty routine. It’s really nice being around the kids more, and we are always having dinner as a family and all that good stuff. There’s no traffic to worry about. I still haven’t put gas into the Mazda since this all started. We’re still making the bed (most of the time) and I’m still getting up and ready for work by 7:30-40 or so. We haven’t started sleeping super late or staying up super late. We’re still being good doobees.
The stir crazy has us though. We’re thinking about trying to find a cabin or an air bnb in the mountains somewhere this weekend and seeing if we can go do all of the same shit we do at home only in a different place. Probably not going to happen, but we’ll see.
As for the state of the nation? Florida had 15,000 new cases yesterday and Disney World re-opened. Our country is a shit show of world ending proportions.
At least we’re doing the right things in this house. We’ve got that going for us. I guess.