So much has changed in just one week. On a personal level, our household went from two people with three jobs to two people with just one form of income. But I am grateful I can work remotely for my full-time position. The one that pays the most and covers our health insurance. We are in ok shape, for now. Our household is well stocked with food, supplies, and distractions. And I’m so relieved I bought this condo last year. It’s just a 2BR, all on one level, but it is comfortable. It figures that our dishwasher crapped out on day one of our social isolation. I’m glad I taught the kid how to cook when he was younger but now we have two cooks in the kitchen throughout the day, making messes. At least hand washing the dishes gives him something to do while I’m working. And my employer provided all staff with a Wellbeats subscription, to encourage exercise while we’re stuck indoors. I tried one of the yoga classes and it was just the thing, and the inspiration for this post title.
I’ve always been an extremely online person. But now almost everyone is! It feels real weird. I can’t keep up with all the tweets and FB posts and live streams on FB, IG, Twitch, etc. Though I am glad I helped my son set up his Steam account. He was video conferencing with his Dad (via Jitsi, so much tech out there!) who was walking him through how to use Tabletop so they can continue their D&D campaign. Nerd life. It was the happiest I’d seen him all week. Speaking of, feeling this tweet real hard right now:
hey y’all bless the SREs all over the world keeping twitter, twitch, zoom, webex, discord, etc etc etc etc etc, all going right now
My son has been self-isolating to the extreme. He didn’t leave our 4-plex, other than to take out the trash, from Friday to Friday. Yesterday morning I talked him into taking a walk around the neighborhood, in the cold sunshine. And today I convinced him to take a hike. We took a long-ish drive to a state park, while they are still open. If I had gone solo I would have walked a lot longer but my son has little patience with aimless walking. For him there must some sort of reward on the other side. Often in the form of a movie theater, a basket of onion rings, or a comic book store. He doesn’t understand why I want to walk for the sake of walking. Maybe that will come with age. And I hope I’m around to see that.
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