This afternoon my husband admitted that he was bored. I’m sure that he has plenty of work to do, but I think we are all just a little bored sitting in our homes all day. Yes, we are busy working in our home “offices”, but it’s just odd that we spend each and every day only seeing each other. I never realized that physically seeing co-workers actually motivated me. Who knew?
Sure I have tons of work to do, but sometimes my mind just wanders…I feel like that goldfish stuck in a little glass bowl, anything shiny walks by and I’m completely distracted. And then I forget what I was working on. Is this just the pandemic? My husband keeps telling me it’s just old age, like he’s trying to convince me I’m suffering from early-onset Alzheimer’s, while he is still in the prime of his healthy life. And he’s two years older than me, the jerk…
But it’s just so hard to stay motivated some days. I wish I could say that I’ve used all my downtime learning Italian and writing my first novel, but sadly that hasn’t happened. It’s a big day if I put on makeup and real clothes!
It was pretty quiet this afternoon in our kitchen — I came out of my home office and my husband wasn’t sitting at his computer. Our house isn’t too big, but I couldn’t find him at first. Then I saw him outside on our front lawn — he’d dragged the big ladder out from the basement and was hanging white Christmas lights from our porch roof and the bushes circling the front of our house.
Thank goodness he put his boredom to good use — I love the little white outside lights at Christmastime and would enjoy seeing them out there all year, which is probably why he only puts them up for two weeks every year… But he’s early with it this year and I’ll take all the tiny white light enjoyment I can get! And I am sure the lights will just keep distracting me.
Now what was I doing?
Notes from a Self Quarantine 