Just A Little Off
On the road again.
I’m trying to think of the last time I was away from the house for work - I’m thinking it was the New England trip the second week of March. I came home on the day all hell broke loose because there were less than 20 of us on a huge plane.
(They still wouldn’t let me sit in the exit row unless I have coughed up $40).
So, 60 days around the house.
I felt off...
...like I shouldn’t be going. Like I should be around the house, still protecting my family.
Which is, of course, not rational, but I couldn’t scratch the nagging itch in the back of my head. Should we be back to normal? Is there any risk in staying at a hotel, or seeing people I don’t know as I drive around?
No clue.
Shouldn’t make a difference, right? I’m still in a mask with hand sanitizer and cleaning agents playing a role.
“Take the mask off!” One of my client’s employees yelled as he saw me.
“I’m a safety guy,” I said. “You should be wearing one.”
“I’m outside. A long ways away from anyone.
He was okay.
And I probably saw less people on the road than I do at home.
But I felt weird!
I got lost in the work a little.
I suppose that will be the way back into old ways.
But things seem different and it’s going to be that way for a long, long time.
“Never thought I’d live through something like this,” an older gent said. “I knew I should’ve retired, but here I am.”
“Did you enjoy quarantine?” I asked.
He laughed.
“We worked right through it,” he said. “We’re road construction guys. We’re essential.”
I texted my beautiful wife halfway through the evening:
“Miss me?”
“No,” she answered.
A little while later, another text:
“Melky tried to go out to pee. Didn’t quite make it. Now I miss you.”
Ah, a little normalcy.
Can’t wait for it all to stop being weird.
I’m trying to think of the last time I was away from the house for work - I’m thinking it was the New England trip the second week of March. I came home on the day all hell broke loose because there were less than 20 of us on a huge plane.
(They still wouldn’t let me sit in the exit row unless I have coughed up $40).
So, 60 days around the house.
I felt off...
...like I shouldn’t be going. Like I should be around the house, still protecting my family.
Which is, of course, not rational, but I couldn’t scratch the nagging itch in the back of my head. Should we be back to normal? Is there any risk in staying at a hotel, or seeing people I don’t know as I drive around?
No clue.
Shouldn’t make a difference, right? I’m still in a mask with hand sanitizer and cleaning agents playing a role.
“Take the mask off!” One of my client’s employees yelled as he saw me.
“I’m a safety guy,” I said. “You should be wearing one.”
“I’m outside. A long ways away from anyone.
He was okay.
And I probably saw less people on the road than I do at home.
But I felt weird!
I got lost in the work a little.
I suppose that will be the way back into old ways.
But things seem different and it’s going to be that way for a long, long time.
“Never thought I’d live through something like this,” an older gent said. “I knew I should’ve retired, but here I am.”
“Did you enjoy quarantine?” I asked.
He laughed.
“We worked right through it,” he said. “We’re road construction guys. We’re essential.”
I texted my beautiful wife halfway through the evening:
“Miss me?”
“No,” she answered.
A little while later, another text:
“Melky tried to go out to pee. Didn’t quite make it. Now I miss you.”
Ah, a little normalcy.
Can’t wait for it all to stop being weird.
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