The Wider World
I had to physically go to work today. It certainly was surreal at times, and it is obvious that my slice of Americana is finally taking the pandemic seriously.
I hate to make a common introvert’s joke, but I was made for social distancing. Unfortunately, almost every day for the last two weeks I’ve had at least one long virtual meeting. These wear me out as much as in-person communication does, and in the past this surprised me. Now I just seek quiet time until my battery recharges.
Tonight I discovered that these work conversations (my job is often not 9–5) also make it difficult for me to write, so I am going to have to admit failure again and go watch tv with my wife.