Sparkling Isolation

Last Thursday, as I was preparing to leave work, word came down (unofficially) that on Friday, they would be announcing (officially) that we would be working from home starting Monday. 

Since I had Monday off (and more on that in a minute), I would start on Tuesday.  It is now Thursday - a full week since I learned (unofficially) that we were going on lockdown.

Now, I still went to Atlanta for the weekend because Mom and I had planned a visit, and I saw no reason to change our plans.

But when I got to Atlanta mid-Friday, I learned that the plans had changed without me.  Mom had been to the doctor that afternoon, and she had pneumonia.  So we hung out at her house.  All weekend.  To be fair, I got takeout a few times, got groceries, picked up a medicine ball from Starbucks (peach tea, green tea, steamed lemonade and a pump of peppermint syrup). 

On Monday, we went to a different doctor visit - but by that time, she had been on antibiotics for 72 hours, so we went. 

Then I got her some chicken tenders from Publix, and I drove back to Nashville - though, admittedly, I stopped in South Pittsburg to pick up a few necessities from Walmart.

I stayed inside all day Tuesday, then yesterday, left briefly for a haircut and grocery run.

I am not a good quarantiner. 

Matt is still going into the studio because it's remarkably difficult to shoot television remotely.  They have sent all the other non-studio people home, so at least there's that.

So, we're quasi-isolated, I guess.  My plan is to go out only to shop for food from this point forward.  Maybe for therapy, though I know that my shrink has telemedicine plans, so we may phone it in, so to speak.

It's fine, and I know it's necessary, but I hate it.

Piper is the hardest part of the equation.  She doesn't seem to understand that I have to actually work - and so we have been doing as much of the day in the backyard as possible,  Which has worked, when it's not raining.  Yesterday she was pretty chill indoors, and I greatly appreciated her cooperation.  This morning, she has been giving hell to the sanitation department - it's trash day, and she let the whole block know that these men in hi-visibility vests were stealing her garbage.

Office on Rain Delay

I keep thinking I'll get caught up on laundry or housework or maybe start writing that book.  But my brain feels like it's resting comfortably in a jar of Elmer's Glue, and can't be bothered.  OK - I did vacuum the other day, and I dusted a little, and put up some laundry last night - but I feel really weird and off.  And I'm not sleeping well.  Neither is Matt.

Piper, on the other hand, is sleeping great, in part because of the increased fresh air and sunshine mud.

It's a process.  I'm trying to balance not being too cavalier with not indulging in doomsday panic.  And of course, I can't help but wonder - will we still be able to have the election?  I can't help but wonder about it.

I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I can totally see where people could make some logical arguments for it.

So for now, I am going to work from home, on my deck, the sofa, from bed - whatever makes sense at the time.  I'll do what the CDC recommends/mandates, and I'll try to watch enough news to stay informed, but not so much that I lose my ever-loving mind.

That's all I have.  Back to you, wherever you are.