Today is Day 35 of shelter-in-place.
This is all everyone wanted — to return to the lives that were traumatically interrupted by COVID-19. And I, too, want this. I want life to return to its gentle rythyms that we took for granted.
This is the first time in my life that I’ve fully worked from home, so to speak, that each day my intention was to work from home. I’ve had the odd time in my career where I would work from home because of snow, or illness, or because I had a big meeting. But never because home was the place that I would get work done.
Weirdly enough, there was a small jag of terror when the governor announced lifting lockdown. Because this is of course, what generalized anxiety looks like. I miss so much about having an office to go to, having a discrete and separate place where “work is completed,” and I have all the necessary tools to do it at my fingertips. I crave a schedule, and I know that I need that structure to thrive. That’s not what terrifies me.
These are some of the things that I will miss, though, about working from home:
- Having my senior cat with me all day, getting to enjoy here while she’s still here.
- Post-lunch, mid-afternoon naps.
- Being able to vape all day at my desk while I’m working.
- Not having to drive 70 miles a day to get to and from work – and the money we saved not buying gas. (Double-edged sword, because I knew the Faustian bargain I was striking marrying a man that worked in Ashland County)
- The amount of reading I’ve been getting done