I keep reading and hearing about all these people who are using their quarantine time productively. One co-worker was amazed at her own productivity prowess. She said, "My house has never been cleaner!" during one of our Zoom meetings. Maybe it's just me, but this situation, where I feel a little untethered, with no particular purpose or goal, has drawn me into a sort of lethargic funk. I do the work for my job, but at home? Nawp. I still have a pile of Before-Times laundry sitting on the top of my dryer. Dishes get washed when I need them for a particular thing, usually to go under a cheese-tomato-lettuce wrap when I run our of paper plates. I should be able to grow a fresh crop of potatoes in the dust that has settled over everything in my Before-Times living room, because all of my reading, eating, exercising, and writing has migrated to the bedroom. Here's an approximation of my house right now:
At least, that's what it feels like! (Although I'm envious of the tall windows.) I'm not sure how to escape these doldrums. I'm not sure we can return to our lives in the Before-Time. It's disconcerting. -BN
Here's my journal from yesterday.
I keep reading and hearing about all these people who are using their quarantine time productively. One co-worker was amazed at her own productivity prowess. She said, "My house has never been cleaner!" during one of our Zoom meetings. Maybe it's just me, but this situation, where I feel a little untethered, with no particular purpose or goal, has drawn me into a sort of lethargic funk. I do the work for my job, but at home? Nawp. I still have a pile of Before-Times laundry sitting on the top of my dryer. Dishes get washed when I need them for a particular thing, usually to go under a cheese-tomato-lettuce wrap when I run our of paper plates. I should be able to grow a fresh crop of potatoes in the dust that has settled over everything in my Before-Times living room, because all of my reading, eating, exercising, and writing has migrated to the bedroom. Here's an approximation of my house right now:
At least, that's what it feels like! (Although I'm envious of the tall windows.) I'm not sure how to escape these doldrums. I'm not sure we can return to our lives in the Before-Time. It's disconcerting. -BN