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When it rains
Mar. 23rd, 2020 09:31 amIt occurred to me a day or two ago that soon we'll get the first rain of the season. Last night it snowed lightly. March is our driest month up here. But someday we will get snow.
Everyone is bored in quarantine and messaging me. It would be great if 1) I wasn't running around being a stressbucket for work and had time to talk 2) I had a stable routine going on and had inclination to talk 3) I didn't feel like a combination free apocalypse insurance and entertainment option and 4) These folks hadn't previously indicated that for various reasons folks shouldn't live rurally (first nations, bad for the environment) and 5) I thought that if folks came up they would bring what food they could, do what work they could, and be careful about bringing up potential virus (self-quarantine for 10 days previous or whatever) and know that with more than one person in it my house is smaller than their apartment.
Ugh. I'm in a terrible mood lately. Working on this flight tomorrow is keeping me from stabilizing; I need to get my hard labour in somehow. The roads are mostly snowfree enough to run on so I may end up going to that again.
And... buried in here, Tucker needs to move back to Vancouver. We're talking about ways to still be together some, but it won't ever be as close to full time as it has been, I think. The virus has slowed things down in that regard; the stuff he needs from the city is less available right now. But.
I'll write more about that later, I'm still processing, but it's rough times. I love him and the combination of autonomy and domesticity we'd got going on.
So, for those chalking up events on the psych stress list at home: in the last 4 months we've had a job change, 2 major relationship changes, significant financial status changes, and a pandemic. Not to mention a pretty big change in activity levels.
After the flight my plan is to take some days half-to-off work and focus on building a solid WFH routine which includes things like food and running. Hopefully that will give me a foundation to get through the rest of the year.
Everyone is bored in quarantine and messaging me. It would be great if 1) I wasn't running around being a stressbucket for work and had time to talk 2) I had a stable routine going on and had inclination to talk 3) I didn't feel like a combination free apocalypse insurance and entertainment option and 4) These folks hadn't previously indicated that for various reasons folks shouldn't live rurally (first nations, bad for the environment) and 5) I thought that if folks came up they would bring what food they could, do what work they could, and be careful about bringing up potential virus (self-quarantine for 10 days previous or whatever) and know that with more than one person in it my house is smaller than their apartment.
Ugh. I'm in a terrible mood lately. Working on this flight tomorrow is keeping me from stabilizing; I need to get my hard labour in somehow. The roads are mostly snowfree enough to run on so I may end up going to that again.
And... buried in here, Tucker needs to move back to Vancouver. We're talking about ways to still be together some, but it won't ever be as close to full time as it has been, I think. The virus has slowed things down in that regard; the stuff he needs from the city is less available right now. But.
I'll write more about that later, I'm still processing, but it's rough times. I love him and the combination of autonomy and domesticity we'd got going on.
So, for those chalking up events on the psych stress list at home: in the last 4 months we've had a job change, 2 major relationship changes, significant financial status changes, and a pandemic. Not to mention a pretty big change in activity levels.
After the flight my plan is to take some days half-to-off work and focus on building a solid WFH routine which includes things like food and running. Hopefully that will give me a foundation to get through the rest of the year.
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