Day one of telework under my belt and I already hate it. I had to really think of things I could do. Normally I would be busy with meetings and home visits, but that’s not allowed.

About COVID, it turns out that someone who lives with one of my coworkers tested positive, which is why they shut down the building; they’re doing a deep cleaning. Now telework is mandatory or you have to take leave, unless you’re super essential. My department is, but we’re not allowed back in the suite until next week.

I’m all out of sorts. H thinks I’m watching too much news and I’ve missed three days of morning meds in the past week.



I have T tomorrow. It’ll probably be a mess. I was a mess the last time I saw him. That was only a week ago? It feels so much longer.