In this COVID time, all the days seem to blend in together for me. Weekdays and weekends are all the same. I wake up dazed and confused because I rarely could sleep the night before. Last night, I finally fell asleep at 6AM, having tossed and turned all night long with my thoughts running the wild gamut. I want to call it being anxious, but I’m not sure if that’s even the right word. Max, my Corgi, seemed to be in the same boat as me. He woke up at around 4AM, got out of his furry bed, whimpering and whining … which he rarely does. Unable to go back to sleep, the two of us took a walk around the neighborhood – yes at 4:05AM.

It’s now 2:23PM and I just finished my breakfast … sunny-side-up eggs with Tuscan garlic toasts from Wegman’s and a cup of English Breakfast tea … and a work conference call. I downloaded onto my iPad Kindle a sample of a John McPhee book recommended by Dan Milnor. I’m always looking forward to discovering new authors. Especially the ones vouched for by someone I trust/respect/admire. (Yep! That’s you Dan.)

It rained this morning and now the cloudy sky has 100 shades of grey. I’m hunkering down to tackle more work projects trying to be as productive as I can. Being an introvert, I love working from home. It’s been my modus operandi for 11 years now. But I do miss traveling so much. It has been over six months since I’ve gone anywhere that’s more than 90 minutes from home. Travel means freedom for me. And not being able to travel feels like you’re in some sort of personal prison. Perhaps I’m being too dramatic?

My nephew is getting ready to go to college next week. He’ll be a freshmen at a huge university of over 30,000 students. They have to live on campus even though 100% of their classes will be online. I’m trying to think of a word appropriate to describe 2020. So far … nothing I came up with seems to be good enough.

Time to get back to being productive. This was my stab at self-therapy.