It’s harder to find meaningful things to post each day, when most days follow the same sequence (computer, TV, sleep). But maybe it’s even more essential to keep this up, to find those things that make one day different from the one before. I had that philosophy regarding the blog, once upon a time a long while ago… and perhaps it’s not being put more fully to the test.
I love how folks are finding ways to collaborate together, even though we’re all pretty far apart. Amidst all the dark news and numbers, it’s nice to have this sort of thing that reminds me of how great the Internet can be, sometimes.
As the weather improves, I suspect we’ll be wanting to do more outside work… given how much time we’re spending indoors.
Liz and I had a house day today. The weather was fantastic, and while Liz worked outside I was on the inside clearing up a lot of the front office.
“To balance there, again, in the early dark,
three rungs up on the old stepladder,”
After several days of heavy rain, we got an opportunity to hang out on the porch today after work. There were clouds and wind earlier in the day, but by mid-afternoon the skies cleared and the sun was out strong.
Tonight was supposed to be house night, but I ended up doing work work while Liz suited up and continued working in the basement.
Liz has also had the same struggles, and I’m finding it hard to define (and adhere to) a clear start/stop to the day. The work is… always there, and it’s difficult sometimes to set it aside, and say to myself: “enough.”
The really great thing about Chicago: many services now offer curbside pickup. Binny’s has a thing where they’ll bring you alcohol out to your car (10aM – 12PM). Vanille offers curbside pickup, as do several higher end restaurants (all run through Tock).
During these moments, a University of Chicago bus usually goes by. And for the last few weeks, whenever I can peek into the bus itself… it seems like it’s totally empty.
I started re-watching The Wire recently, and have mostly made my way through the first season. It started off while I was browsing for something to watch, and one episode turned into two and three, and we were off to the races. Again.
I have had the song “Black Balloon” by the Goo Goo Dolls stuck in my head for days now. And I have absolutely no earthly idea why.
Fun fact: we usually keep the bunnies in a pen, in a smaller area of the first floor. But ever since mid-March, we’ve stopped “putting them away” in the evenings and they have free reign over the main hall area.
A coworker mentioned that most people are finding themselve working an average of 2 more hours per day. Is this just a busy time all around? Are people getting more into the zone, and losing track of time? Are we all getting used to remote work?
The funny thing is that this is about how long I was outside: just long enough to snap a photo, and then back in.
I got a phone call from the folks who showed up for the work, stepped outside to the porch, waved, and that was it. Minimal contact, minimal conversation, minimal time out of doors.