Let me start out by saying I do not in any way shape or form want to HAVE to be in this situation. I don’t want people all over the world dying because of this horrible disease. I don’t want to be scared all the time. I don’t want to loose most of my faith in people because I see them being stupid and putting themselves and (more to the point) hundreds or thousands of innocent people at risk. I don’t want to know that there are people who tout themselves as leaders but who in fact don’t lead as leaders but who lead from greed. I don’t want to spend time nearly every day crying because of all of the stupidity that is today.
I don’t want to have had to put off my infusion for at least a week because of the stupid flu. My hands are screaming and aren’t working so well a lot of the time (walkies with the herd this morning was a special kind of adventure) and I’m SO looking forward to being able to get my appointment rescheduled…
But I could get used to having the time to sit down and write because my commute is a total of 90 seconds (and that’s if I have to stop and wait for the dogs to get out of my way). It’s totally been a while since I’ve had the time (and inclination) to sit down and really think through writing let alone actually applying bum glue to my bottom and taking the time to do the needful. It’s kind of nice and if this keeps up I’m going to be able to start taking more time to really undertake a couple of writing projects that I’ve been wanting to start.
I could get used to not having to face traffic every morning.
I could get used to not having to pay to park.
I could get used to the soundtrack to my life being snoring dogs.
I could get used to being able to start bread at 5 am on a Tuesday and have it finish at about lunch time and being able to do it because I’m here.
I’m seriously considering, when this is all over and Covid 19 is just a very very bad memory, jumping on the band wagon of working from home more days than not. It was an option before. I’m not sure if it is an option now, or not. We found out that we are moving from our spot on the 17th floor to the 13th floor for a couple months then off to the 3rd floor for the rest of the time we are still in the building. That means I will lose my window onto the river and my boats. That was the only compelling reason I had to work from work… and now it’s not there any more.
But I have found so many compelling reasons to work from home. Not the least of which is not catching anything… Despite becoming incredibly depressed over the back biting and rhetoric, I have started to really enjoy my job in ways that I haven’t in a long long time. I have become way more productive because I can work for a couple hours at 5 am, then take a little time to walk away then come back. Walking away means I can think through things and come back fresh.
And I can wear leggings and a t-shirt.
My son has pointed out, more than once, how much more I enjoy my job when I don’t have to deal with people… the world is entirely too peopley… and I think if I only have to work from work a couple times a week and from home the rest of the time… life might be way better for me.
This adventure has proven out how possible it is that we can do this. I think it would be good to do this.
Love and Light