Journal of the Plague Year: One Year
Mar. 12th, 2021 08:52 amMarch 377, 2020 / Friday in Week ?54 of Lent
I didn't get enough time to post about this yesterday,* but yesterday was our one-year COVID-versary. As I wrote back then,
we got "strongly encouraged" to take our computers home on Wednesday [the 11th] and not come back if at all possible; I ended up doing whatever the reverse of playing hooky is, and spent Thursday afternoon and Friday at the office, because I find trying to work from home incredibly difficult.**
One or two of you have written about how life was originally scheduled to be disrupted for some at-that-time inconceivably, well, disruptive period; and that it's been a really really long two days out of school/three-week semi-quarantine. Similarly with us: we were implicitly expecting to go back after a week or so, once the dust and hammering - and the epidemic - was over. It's been a really long ten days.
For me, what it mostly feels like is a really long month of March. And even more like a really long Lent.
More Later: Work is crawling down my throat. And up my ass. (Both directions, Venkat!)
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I didn't get enough time to post about this yesterday,* but yesterday was our one-year COVID-versary. As I wrote back then,
we got "strongly encouraged" to take our computers home on Wednesday [the 11th] and not come back if at all possible; I ended up doing whatever the reverse of playing hooky is, and spent Thursday afternoon and Friday at the office, because I find trying to work from home incredibly difficult.**
One or two of you have written about how life was originally scheduled to be disrupted for some at-that-time inconceivably, well, disruptive period; and that it's been a really really long two days out of school/three-week semi-quarantine. Similarly with us: we were implicitly expecting to go back after a week or so, once the dust and hammering - and the epidemic - was over. It's been a really long ten days.
For me, what it mostly feels like is a really long month of March. And even more like a really long Lent.
More Later: Work is crawling down my throat. And up my ass. (Both directions, Venkat!)