I miss driving so much, I miss alone time, I miss taking wanders around my neighborhood, but most of all, I miss regarding people with my usual amount of wariness and not "Are you carrying a potentially deadly disease?"-fear. So far, I've taken the route of less anxiety and kept Peanut and myself mostly in our courtyard, but the cabin fever is starting to take over. It's just that walking around with her is an exercise in hypervigilance, and it's exhausting.

I even miss work, for goodness' sake, and that is something I never thought I'd say.

In the 30 years I have lived here I have never seen this volume of walkers, bikers, joggers. We have always had them because residential neighborhood on a park, but it is 10 fold what it was. Mostly with masks around their necks to pull up if they get close but people outside of family units are staying distanced.

I see joggers, bicyclists, people on scooters and, across from my office, there's a paved area where the skateboarders congregate. Most of them don't wear masks and a lot of them get fairly close to each other. The other evening, I saw a group of five joggers, none wearing masks, in a fairly close pack. To their credit, they were running in the street rather than taking the entire sidewalk.

I see joggers, bicyclists, people on scooters and, across from my office, there's a paved area where the skateboarders congregate. Most of them don't wear masks and a lot of them get fairly close to each other. The other evening, I saw a group of five joggers, none wearing masks, in a fairly close pack. To their credit, they were running in the street rather than taking the entire sidewalk.

FWIW, in the Bay Area we are not advised nor required to wear masks while we're exercising/running etc. Just maintain social distance. I do not wear a mask while running the steps. But (unlike previously) I don't run past somebody on a flight of stairs; I wait until they are done and take my turn.

From what I've read on aerosolization and transmission of the virus, it's not likely to be transmitted while you're running past someone. It's mostly transmitted in close quarters (Nursing homes, prisons, airplanes, meat packing plants) where people have many opportunities to breathe the same air as others.

It's very unlikely to be transmitted in the open air if people are not congregating in close groups.

tl:dr - minor brain dump

Just received a small, really heavy box from my workplace. At first I was like, is this the (stupidly heavy) clock from my desk? Did they fire me and forget to tell me? But no, really heavy glass dustcatcher - "In Grateful Appreciation For your 15 Years of Dedication and Service". (NB, my anniversary was Valentine's Day, they just finally got around to acknowledging). I wish they had sent it in February, so it would be sitting on my desk instead of in my house. Call me an ungrateful wretch, but I preferred the last company that owned us - where you got a catalog and chose your gift (5 years: knife block, 10 years: ring) rather than a heavy glass dustcatcher. (And sending someone who proofs and edits as part of her job something that so completely violates the company capitalization rules is kinda ironic).

Anyway, a note was enclosed from the Office Manager saying she's trying to get something more (probably a GC), and asking me to take a pic of myself with it to use at a Webex all-hands meeting next week. And I really like her (even without the GC), so apparently I'll be doing my hair and makeup tomorrow (too late today) so I can take a decent pic (with my very heavy dustcatcher).

Um, congratulations?

That captures the feeling nicely. Thank you. :)

Congratulations on your tenacity but sigh on the dustcatcher.

I'm just now getting around to looking at the online bra sites I asked people to recommend, and got completely defeated on the very first one when it explained that I needed to actually put a bra on before measuring myself. That is too much work to do before second coffee.

Amen JZ.

Working from home for almost 7 years now has ruined me on the whole concept of wearing a bra. I deeply resent every time I have to put one on. And now that Tim's nephew is overhauling our backyard for us, I feel obligated to wear a bra when he's over here, and it drive me bonkers.