Living in quarantine involves the loss of time and days. Living and working in the same place turns holidays and weekends into just another day waiting. Waiting for the next phase. Waiting for a vaccine. Waiting for a return to what?
I can't say it was better before we were shuffled off to our homes to work. The days were pretty much blurred as well. And I was still waiting. Waiting for the day to be over. Waiting for retirement.
Now I'm worried I'm getting a taste of what retirement would be like. I just wouldn't be tied to electronics all day and blurry eyed from back to back video meetings. But I'm afraid I still wouldn't know what day or time it is.
So the pessimist in me thinks this whole thing is just a wash. Different paths, just the same destination. Only difference is that I need to wear a mask.
I am going to the dentist tomorrow morning to hopefully begin restoring a crown that broke off several weeks ago when I was eating popcorn. And oddly enough I am looking forward to it despite my dentist being in downtown Seattle and the potential risks of leaving my hidey hole here at home.
But at least I will be doing something different if not fun. At least I'll be out of my cage and doing something different, but ordinary. Then again, I'm not looking forward to the idle chit chat about how bad things are and how the economy has tanked. At least my dentist will get some insurance payments. I just hope it won't be a prolonged thing that requires several visits to resolve.
I'm also going to swing by my office for the first time in two months and bring home one of my big monitores so I don't have to do all my work on this postage stamp of a laptop anymore. That will be weird seeing my office again.
I had planned on taking the train in and light rail to the dentist. But my wife thought it would be safer to drive and avoid the risks. And since I work for a public transit agency, I feel guilty buying into the perception that the train isn't safe. Then again, I didn't like the idea of being downtown all day and spending an hour commuting.
But what is time anymore anyway?
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