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My last few posts have been f-locked because I was posting about getting covid and some related issues and feeling a bit protective of myself. Today, my workplace has officially declared me approved to return to work. As in, the worksite, not the activity. I've been back to working full time since Monday, and was only really able to take off half time when I was actively sick. Because of all the crunches and deadlines that have been nagging at me for the last two months in the first place. So when people ask me "are you feeling better" my reply has been "I'm back to feeling the same level of drained and exhausted that I felt before I got sick.
All in all, the covid wasn't too bad -- a smidge worse than my past experiences with flu, though without any lung involvement. But now I'm bored. Because I plan to continue isolated in my house through the end of this week and that means no lunchtime bike ride, no farmers market, and I've even been skipping the yard work. In part, it's been to ensure I don't have contact with anyone, in part to give myself some genuine physical rest. But it's like I don't know what to do with myself if I don't have those activities.
It's especially hard to figure out how to *not* spend my lunch hour starting at a computer screen if I don't have the bike ride to enforce that rule. (Witness that I'm spending my lunch hour posting on DW.)
The non-work commitments in my life have meant that I've been scrambling not to drop balls lately. Today I reached out on one of them and asked "Are you really expecting me to do this thing I said I'd do, or can I drop it?" But sometimes I get envious of the people who haven't overscheduled theselves and can, in fact, say things like, "Why, yes, I'd love to accept an advance review copy of your book, gobble it up right now, and help with the pre-release promotion. But I've made a policy that I don't commit to that sort of thing, because I can't guarantee follow-through.
At least I have the LHMP blog set up for the next month, with my edition of the trial appeal of Anne/Jean-Baptiste Grandjean -- a traslation/editing/commentary project I've been working on for most of a year. If you're interested in some interesting takes on gender and sexuality in 18th century France, follow the DW feed of the Alpennia blog, or pop over to my website (alpennia.com) to read it as the installments come out. This month's podcast essay will be highlights from the text as well.
And in a couple weeks I'm participating in one of the TLR sapphic books special online events, this time on speculative fiction. (Which, because scheduling is hopeless, is overlapping with hosting an extended family get-together.) To the best of my knowledge, I'm not taking any more vacations or trips or the like for the rest of the year, other than the standard week off we get for the Christmas holidays. Maybe in a bit I'll feel like I'm not running quite so fast.
All in all, the covid wasn't too bad -- a smidge worse than my past experiences with flu, though without any lung involvement. But now I'm bored. Because I plan to continue isolated in my house through the end of this week and that means no lunchtime bike ride, no farmers market, and I've even been skipping the yard work. In part, it's been to ensure I don't have contact with anyone, in part to give myself some genuine physical rest. But it's like I don't know what to do with myself if I don't have those activities.
It's especially hard to figure out how to *not* spend my lunch hour starting at a computer screen if I don't have the bike ride to enforce that rule. (Witness that I'm spending my lunch hour posting on DW.)
The non-work commitments in my life have meant that I've been scrambling not to drop balls lately. Today I reached out on one of them and asked "Are you really expecting me to do this thing I said I'd do, or can I drop it?" But sometimes I get envious of the people who haven't overscheduled theselves and can, in fact, say things like, "Why, yes, I'd love to accept an advance review copy of your book, gobble it up right now, and help with the pre-release promotion. But I've made a policy that I don't commit to that sort of thing, because I can't guarantee follow-through.
At least I have the LHMP blog set up for the next month, with my edition of the trial appeal of Anne/Jean-Baptiste Grandjean -- a traslation/editing/commentary project I've been working on for most of a year. If you're interested in some interesting takes on gender and sexuality in 18th century France, follow the DW feed of the Alpennia blog, or pop over to my website (alpennia.com) to read it as the installments come out. This month's podcast essay will be highlights from the text as well.
And in a couple weeks I'm participating in one of the TLR sapphic books special online events, this time on speculative fiction. (Which, because scheduling is hopeless, is overlapping with hosting an extended family get-together.) To the best of my knowledge, I'm not taking any more vacations or trips or the like for the rest of the year, other than the standard week off we get for the Christmas holidays. Maybe in a bit I'll feel like I'm not running quite so fast.
