No, I’m Not Productive
And, no, I’m not sticking to any schedule
Here is how I’m living my day to day COVID-19 life and it’s not inspirational in the slightest.
- Up at 7 to 8 am (without an alarm) to either write or putz around. I may or may not get around to my fifteen minutes of PT stretches in the morning (but skip them at my peril, so I’ll get to them at some point).
- Food usually happens in there somewhere.
- Back to bed usually around noon, wiped out by all that putzing around (note that I have made the bed but am not averse to making it multiple times a day).
- Up for the second time and now I shower, make the bed again and write some more or putz around some more. Day by day it varies. Another round of eating is included here as well. There may be a walk over to Central Park but then again there may not be.
- Around 4 or 5 pm it’s time for nap #2 and back to bed. Global pandemics are exhausting!
- Out of bed again around 7 or 8 pm and now it’s movie time or music appreciation. AleXander has this brilliant app that creates trippy graphics in time to music (G Force, not an affiliate link but a profound recommendation).
- After the evening’s entertainment and supper, it’s back to the computers for more writing, promoting, and general putzing around. This usually lasts until around 1 am and then it’s time for sex. Back to sleep around 3 am and up at 7 or 8 the next morning to basically just do it again.
I know I should be setting a schedule.
I know my sleep hygiene sucks.
I know that without getting some goddamned discipline into my life, I’m going to…well, I’m going to just enjoy my life is what I’m doing. True it would be better without this tiresome pandemic going on. I’d love to get on the subway and go down to the Village and have a slice of Joe’s Pizza.
Everywhere we turn it’s 100% Coronavirus all the time, everywhere.
I woke to helicopters droning overhead this morning and found out that an arsonist set four fires overnight, three on subway platforms including our stop and that a subway motorman died in that fire trying to get passengers off the train safely. 17 people were injured.
Seriously? People are already sick and dying by the tens of thousands and some nimrod thinks that setting fires in the subway is a good idea?
Rattled
We’re currently two weeks into our please-stay-home-but-let’s-not-call-it-shelter-in-place because that displeases the governor. Daily we’re reading that no way is this city prepared for the surges of sick about to happen. Friends who are sick are told they can’t be tested unless they begin to suffer from respiratory distress (because why would our Capitalists in Charge be interested in tracking this thing?). The rest of the country seems to be extending unemployment benefits but not New York (so far).
Uptown that whole six feet of separation thing is a joke.
Is that tickle in my throat anything to worry about? I check AleXander’s forehead multiple times daily just to be sure. No, no temperature.
So, you know what?
Screw discipline and sleep hygiene and productivity.
I’m going for sleeping as long as my body wants without arguing. I’m going for checking in with friends to make sure they’re ok. I’m going for having a cry just because it’s all too overwhelming and scary. I’m going for writing the most errant nonsense (case in point) just because that’s what I feel like writing. I’m going for making good meals. I’m going for walks in the park, but only when I feel like it. I’m going for copious amounts of Medium reading time even if it is mostly about this frigging pandemic (like I have room to talk?).
Who’s with me?
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