Wake up.
My new work schedule is kind of all over the place, so I walk the dogs in the morning as my wife will have to walk them in the evening.
I’m happy to be back at work. Full time employment is a good thing, and my unemployment will run out soon. But it still feels wrong to be out and about, even taking every precaution, and even though I understand the financial ramifications of another shutdown, it just feels wrong. It feels like at some point everyone in charge looked at the numbers and said this is an acceptable number of deaths to keep the economy going. And if any of those deaths were my family or friends, I can’t imagine any amount of stock market gains would make up for that loss.
I am not one of the people in charge. So I work.
I do love the people at work. They have become a second family to me. Zoom meetings aren’t the same as being in the room with someone, and it’s great being able to shoot the shat without worrying about wifi and unmuting.
Favorite thing I’ve learned from Twitter in the past few days: Boobytrap spelled backwards is Partyboob.
Three massages at work today.
Bought my godchild a square foot of land in Scotland to make her a Lady for her birthday. She’s 8, but I thought she’d get a kick out of it. I think she was mostly confused though.
At home, leftover orange chicken and salads for dinner. No regrets.
We’ve started watching Hot Ones on Hulu. Pretty simple concept, interview celebrities as they eat progressively hotter hot wings. Host Sean Evans does a great job navigating the interview with in-depth research and the ability to pivot with the guest’s reactions.
And then… realized I forgot to do a project for one of my classes that was due on the 29th. So the next entry will be in a few days when I get that done, as my professor is being very kind to me.
Later.
