Holy bananas, what a difference a week makes, right? Last week I was doing last-minute shopping trips, trying not to freak out, trying to work, and trying to keep up working out.
This week, we’re officially in self-isolation (Day 4 for us) so cannot do any more shopping, am freaking out at all the pics of people crammed into local stores, and I’ve abandoned working out altogether, which is a shame since I’d finally gotten a good start on a gym habit. I’m still trying to work, and that’s a new kind of stressful endeavor in itself.
This is me. I’m getting work done, but it’s taking f-o-r-e-v-e-r, and I’m not doing as much as I need to be. I try to shut things off, but I just end up turning them back on. My meticulous daily planning has gone to hell as well.
I think I’m going to have to go out in the yard to literally unplug myself for part of the day to help reset my brain. I’ve been working from home for six years now, so I thought I had this down, but turns out the mental fence around your home is a lot more of a challenge than I expected. Thankfully, the sun is out again, so I actually can go out without getting soaked.
I hope all of you are coping well. Please stay home if you can. If you need to be around edibuddies, please don’t forget about the Editors Lair.