That’s how long it took me to realize the reason my early alarm didn’t go off was because, um, it’s Saturday, and the alarm is only scheduled for Monday through Friday.
I’m glad I didn’t wake my wife, worried that she’d be late starting her telework.
The semi-isolation for COVID-19 is ongoing.
Monday I have two medical appointments that are going to be done over the phone. The second one is a follow-up to an MRI I had at Georgetown on Friday.
That I was sedated might explain a bit better about why I didn’t fully-comprehend that today is Saturday.
For me, though the experience at Georgetown was a bit off, things have been really not all that different for me, but, as someone who works from home most of the time, that isn’t that big a surprise.
I haven’t been to my office in like three weeks. Okay. And? I’m really smoothing things over with this system I help run, as well as pointing out things that can be done to improve corporate contract performance.
This is what I can still do.
But do I still want to when I see the effects on people, including very good friends, of what’s happening?
That didn’t make a lot of sense, so maybe I ought to quit writing for now.
The temptation to write is very much there right now, and that’s one of the things that I tend to do when I’m mentally-stressed.