I really have no idea what day of the week it is anymore. It all started on Monday — by Monday afternoon I was already thinking that it was Tuesday. I didn’t really think that Monday was an exceptionally long day or anything like that, but I did have three Zoom meetings so that could have done it. And it’s just continued all week — I honestly thought it was a day later all week. This morning I was absolutely convinced that it was Friday already, even though I knew it was Thursday when I woke up. What happened this morning to make me think I had already lived through another day? Maybe that’s why I am so damn tired all the time, days pass and I’m not even getting a night’s worth of sleep!
And then there is also the fact that we are in the 15th month of the year 2020. The year that just seems to never end. Thankfully the weather seems to be getting better and it’s lighter longer each afternoon. But I have lived in New England long enough to know that weather changes rather quickly here. I remember a few April snowstorms. So I know not to let my guard down too much!
Maybe I should have just added alcohol to my coffee this morning… Hey, I am working from home, right?
And I had such a day at work. I would have asked if it was time to go home yet, but I’m already there. Least the commute is a million times easier!
Notes from a Self Quarantine 