Category: Recurrent

Ed-die! Ed-die! Ed-die! Ed-die! Go O’s!

Welp baseball isn’t happening. Will it ever? Maybe. Not sure if I would even care in the midst of this crisis. It’s small and insignificant, but will baseball help us return to a semblance of normality? Doubtful. Maybe in a year or two when the rona isn’t something to worry too much about.

So this one is a bit late as I have been working into the night. It kind of sucks that home and work are the same place. This is what happens and why I fear working from home as I can’t escape from the clutches of the job. I hate capitalism.

Today was also supposed to be tax day. I haven’t filed yet. It seems that our accountant had passed away — not from the rona (at least I think not). So we were scrambling to figure out how to file. They changed the due date to July 15. I wonder if I will have filed by then?

It’s a new moon. Technically that happened a few days ago, but I forgot to say that. A month has passed! It feels like nothing. I think I can do this for another 32! NOT.

I’m not that masochistic. I know how to be alone because I’m well accustomed to it. Sitting here in my house. Going out to the bookstore. Watching movies. I do them most of the time by myself. It’s sort my default. If it isn’t your default, then check this Vox article out on how to get more acclimated to loneliness.

I do use the camaraderie of work to socialize. Face-to-face. Still fun and energizing. On the phone isn’t the same. I miss my buddies.

Twenty-Eight Days later…

I’ve had this article in one my tabs looking for a time to post it, but I keep forgetting. You shouldn’t, so “Let’s Never Forget: Republicans Recklessly Put Our Lives in Danger.” They’ve been doing that for the majority of my life and probably since the 60s when they became the party of racism. Fuck them, and fuck their voters.

What day are at now? Thursday, April 9, 2020. Doesn’t it feel like a whole lifetime has passed? I’ve kind of lost track of the days.

I was used to the normal Monday to Friday slog at work. Morning – you commute to work. Afternoon – you commute home. Sleep. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Then it’s Friday and the weekend is here. Get to Sunday, and it starts again.

There is no commute. I wake up. Roll out of bed, make coffee, and get to work. Lunch. Then work more into the evening – a bit more than the hours required. Since there’s nothing better to do. Log some more work. Like a busy worker bee Hulk, I’m always at work. That’s just sad.

So, it’s been an eventful work week. I’ve got some new things to do, and this time I’m enjoying it. The tasking is always what makes it fun. When it’s like this, then I don’t mind. When it was like it was about a week ago. I just want to stay in bed.

Now, I need a desk.