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It wears you down
I don't really wish I was spending the quarantine at loose ends wondering how to fill my time. Really I don't. But the weight of everything is wearing me out.
Slept badly last night, probably from a combination of having switched to the summer bedclothes (and hitting a point in the early morning when I was just a smidge colder than I wanted to be) and being mindful that I wanted to go shopping before "going to the office" to get started on Earl and Dad's shopping list. Except my car wouldn't start.
The fully-charged battery box did nothing for it. So I hooked up the plug-in battery charger and went online to make a noon appointment at the Honda dealership. This definitely isn't the battery draining because I haven't been driving much (since I took it out for a serious spin less than a week ago to deposit some checks). No, this was an ex-battery. One that was pining for the fjords. Problem was, when I went out to start the car after several hours of charging...still nothing. I called the dealership to see if hope-beyond-hope they might have a jump service. (No.) I let them know I might not make my appointment, but I'd try. Got a roadside service call that was right in the neighborhood, so I was there by noon after all. Left the car, biked home, skimped on lunch, lined up two investigations to close (for real this time). And waited for notification from the dealership that the car was ready to pick up. Their quarantine hours closed at 4:30 rather than their usual 6pm. I had already scheduled a Skype meeting for an investigation at 4:30. Around 3:45 I phoned in to poke them about the car and they allowed as how it was ready to go. (And when were they going to tell me?) Started to rattle off the recommended additional service and I explained that I needed to be back home with the car by 4:30 and if I promised really truly to get the work done when the world was back to normal could I skip the explanation? Jumped on my bike and pedaled madly off to the dealership, paid up, then waited while they were very leisurely about finding my car, and very meticulous about sanitizing everything they'd touched. (Ok, ok, I'm good with that. It's just...) Did not break any speed limits getting back home and slipped into my computer chair two minutes before the meeting was due to start.
Worked until around 6 to make up for all the time on errands, then finally went out to do the non-grocery part of the shopping. Some items are going to be tough, but I've got a second shot tomorrow morning. Then after work tomorrow, off to Stockton to deliver. In the mean time, I have a baking project on tap.
Tonight was supposed to be dinner-and-games-with-Denise but she's working late and I'm just as glad to have the option of going to bed early. So it works out for the best. All my usual sleep issues are being exacerbated by ambient stress. I have a book to read and a podcast to edit before the weekend. I'm not jealous of the people with all the time on their hands setting up social get-togethers online. I just wish I had the mental space to participate.
Slept badly last night, probably from a combination of having switched to the summer bedclothes (and hitting a point in the early morning when I was just a smidge colder than I wanted to be) and being mindful that I wanted to go shopping before "going to the office" to get started on Earl and Dad's shopping list. Except my car wouldn't start.
The fully-charged battery box did nothing for it. So I hooked up the plug-in battery charger and went online to make a noon appointment at the Honda dealership. This definitely isn't the battery draining because I haven't been driving much (since I took it out for a serious spin less than a week ago to deposit some checks). No, this was an ex-battery. One that was pining for the fjords. Problem was, when I went out to start the car after several hours of charging...still nothing. I called the dealership to see if hope-beyond-hope they might have a jump service. (No.) I let them know I might not make my appointment, but I'd try. Got a roadside service call that was right in the neighborhood, so I was there by noon after all. Left the car, biked home, skimped on lunch, lined up two investigations to close (for real this time). And waited for notification from the dealership that the car was ready to pick up. Their quarantine hours closed at 4:30 rather than their usual 6pm. I had already scheduled a Skype meeting for an investigation at 4:30. Around 3:45 I phoned in to poke them about the car and they allowed as how it was ready to go. (And when were they going to tell me?) Started to rattle off the recommended additional service and I explained that I needed to be back home with the car by 4:30 and if I promised really truly to get the work done when the world was back to normal could I skip the explanation? Jumped on my bike and pedaled madly off to the dealership, paid up, then waited while they were very leisurely about finding my car, and very meticulous about sanitizing everything they'd touched. (Ok, ok, I'm good with that. It's just...) Did not break any speed limits getting back home and slipped into my computer chair two minutes before the meeting was due to start.
Worked until around 6 to make up for all the time on errands, then finally went out to do the non-grocery part of the shopping. Some items are going to be tough, but I've got a second shot tomorrow morning. Then after work tomorrow, off to Stockton to deliver. In the mean time, I have a baking project on tap.
Tonight was supposed to be dinner-and-games-with-Denise but she's working late and I'm just as glad to have the option of going to bed early. So it works out for the best. All my usual sleep issues are being exacerbated by ambient stress. I have a book to read and a podcast to edit before the weekend. I'm not jealous of the people with all the time on their hands setting up social get-togethers online. I just wish I had the mental space to participate.
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