Day Six dawns, sunny as yesterday, it is as if the world is showing off, telling us that despite mass pandemic fever amongst us humans, well nature has got this. Seeds are sprouting, flowers are colourful, it feels like every other Spring, only perhaps a little brighter.
Meanwhile I am alternating between feeling sunny and joyful at this weather and the time at home to enjoy it, and totally losing the plot. One minute I am completely convinced I have the virus, it is sitting dormant, waiting to explode and infect my lovely hubby, and the next I am playing old tunes and dancing around the kitchen as if I have not a care in the world. There is no logic in this, it just is how it is, perhaps I shall get used to it.
Working from home, I am learning about conference calls; you need the right numbers or you end up in the wrong meeting. You have to pay careful attention to voices as you work out who is speaking, with none of the usual visual clues, and many co workers with the same accent, this is tricky, but doable. I am learning about routines or more importantly the lack of them, about how the twenty minute commute to work was a time of preparation, when I would leave home behind me and focus on the day ahead. As my current commute involves coming downstairs and into the dining room there is less transition time! I am up to date with all the daft tasks. My inbox is ordered, tidy folders holding all the useful stuff and messages from two years ago finally deleted. I am doing the important stuff too, but somehow without colleagues to chat to and share information, without regular brews and contact with young people, well it all feels very odd.
Hubby is doing ok, yesterday he began mowing the lawn, the first cut of the year, and usually a time of great hope, summer is beckoning we are getting ready. I checked on my seedlings and rearranged the patio chairs so they would catch the most sun. It struck me that we only need two chairs, for I have no idea when we will once again fill our house with friends. That feels a bit odd
Well, work won’t do itself, so I am off to fire up the technology and carry on, it is all we can do. Except look after ourselves and each other, keep our spirits up and wash our hands.