My mother and I agree that our situation is ideal -- same house, separate apartments.

I really don't know how people with little kids are working at all. Or, working full-time, if there are other adults you can trade off time with. I was just talking to a coworker who is a single mother but has her mother to help, and she's working half-time, which seems right to me.

Still: negative, and so is everyone else, so the social distancing/isolation seems to be working!

Wow, everyone is negative? That's amazing. My father's old nursing home is slammed -- 30 residents have died, and something like 150 tested positive along with dozens of staff. But that's a full care situation, like, almost everyone in my father's unit was fed their meals.

That is wonderful news, Theodosia!

Yay, Theo! I hope it stays that way.

I just had a little meltdown. I miss the social support of Thessaly, my mother, and my inlaws, and at the same time. I miss quiet time. I've been staying up too late because it is the only time the house is quiet. And I feel guilty complaining about any of it because I know everyone else is going through the same thing.

YAY Theo.

oh Jesse - that is awful.

I would not have been able to work full time if this had happened when mac was anywhere from 6-14, or I would have to be letting him miss e-learning to sleep late and work both before he got up and after he went to bed, which means I would have to nap somehow while he watched movies/tv and had food available. My guess is, I would have had to go to part-time and try to get in 3-4 hours of work while he was sleeping.

I'm still in pjs which is not my normal routine and I need to fix it. right, off to shower and dress.

Happy birthday, Drew!

And Theodosia, this is great news! Yay!

(Side note: one of the things I constantly have to remind myself when writing in English: news, sky, and water are singular, not plural. I have to remind myself that almost everytime).

Indeed I would be in substantially worse shape if the kids were still youngsters. I've got it pretty good with options. If I want alone and quiet I can go in my yard or room and relax. If I want social I can sit in the driveway and chat with neighbors from a reasonable distance.

Sending lots of coping~ma to any who need some.

And I feel guilty complaining about any of it because I know everyone else is going through the same thing.

Everyone can be complaining! Things are variously shitty for everyone!

Now, *I* have literally nothing to complain about, and yet? Sometimes I have stuff to complain about!

Got needles in the head. Would like to register a complaint about that, even if it was voluntary.

We're at maybe 10% more than our normal occupation of the same space, but it's a really important 10%. If he got this fucking job, that would help. The woman he talked to on Monday is pushing to get someone hired ASAP, but management is twitchy and are considering waiting a month or two until they can get someone interviewed on site.

Yes, that's bugfuck crazy.

In comparison to so many, I have very little - job-wise - to complain about. I have a job and I'm being paid (thanks to direct deposit). I'm getting things done and a fair amount of that is appreciated. I come in to an empty office, so I can fool around on the interwebs as I wish, use the office elliptical machine as I wish (which isn't all that often) and so on.

BUT

I'm scheduled to move into a new apartment. I have it as of May 1 ... but I'm having problems lining up a moving company before June. I'm digging out the stuff that's accumulated in the 34 years I've lived in the same apartment, and every time I turn around I find more stuff. I'd had clothing and books picked up by non-profits, but they're not accepting any donations, so I have things - good, usable things - that I can't get rid of. And my arthritis is acting up - my right shoulder has become very painful, to the extent that I'm having problems sleeping because every time I move, I get a sharp pain. I'm not allowed any painkillers that actually work, according to the doctor, and I can't go to the doctor because of the damn virus.

I guess it'll work out, but there are times when ... well, look upon my crap ye weary and despair ....