Today I feel as if people are catching up with me. For the last two months, except for being mostly in iso and having to take regular time out to fill in forms in the hope of attaining the wildly ambitious goal of paying winter bills, it's been work as us

Today I feel as if people are catching up with me. For the last two months, except for being mostly in iso and having to take regular time out to fill in forms in the hope of attaining the wildly ambitious goal of paying winter bills, it's been work as usual. Writing doesn't stop. Income does, but writing doesn't.
It was never work as usual. Other people want to chat and forget about my deadlines. I love the chat, but work longer hours to get my work in. Today everyone who has called has accepted my time is limited because now, theirs is, too.

I've always worked from home. I've been disabled for so long that not going outside for anything that's not letters, delivery or putting rubbish out is not exotic. I miss walks and I miss shopping, but I've missed them at other times. I missed them during the bushfires this year. I miss them when I hurt too much.
Today I'm missing nothing. I chatted to a friend on Zoom. I will meet my deadlines. I have a phone medical appointment soon. I will meet my deadlines. I will watch Masterchef alter. I will meet my deadlines.

This is because more of my friends have deadlines to meet as well. They've caught up with me.