There’s been something off this week. Not just for me, but for Liz as well.
I’m not sure if it’s due to the fact that we’ve been house-bound for at least a week or two. We’ve gone out once or twice for errands, but the days have been really bleeding into one another – wake up, work, maybe some TV, sleep, repeat.
For me, my work has been pretty normal – no looming deadlines, no big chunks of work I have to slog through, no unknowns.
And yet, the feeling of anxiousness has appeared more often than not. For both me and Liz. Part of me wonders if this is something that happens, after a year or more of mostly social isolation.
[photo via Artem Maltsev]