I’m not sure what to say. 2020 has been a surreal year, and we’re not even three months in.
I certainly didn’t expect to be signing off from work calls with a “stay safe”. I never expected to be in a situation where I’m not going to be seeing friends in person for weeks (possibly months?). Or have debates around what “social distancing” means v. “self-isolation”. Watch daily press conferences from the Prime Minister. Stress about whether London would be locked down and what that would mean (even typing those words feels wrong). And yes, succumb to panic about whether there was sufficient stores of loo roll in the house*.
I’m incredibly fortunate in that I can work from home, and fingers (and everything else) crossed, my job seems secure. I’m worried about those who can’t work from home and all the small businesses that are facing collapse, and am really hoping that there’ll be sufficient support to help everyone get through this.
I’m trying to limit my time on news websites and social media (it’s really not helping!) and I’ve a whole TBR pile of books I’m determined to wade through. I also suspect that I’m going to have a fair amount of time on my hands now to pay this (neglected) blog a bit more attention.
How are you doing?
*Answer was yes – after an unfortunate incident years and years ago, I always have a spare pack…