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So it’s nearly over. Restrictions are lifting but here in WA we have remained steadfast in keeping those pesky eastern staters from our borders. Richard Court Snr’s dream of succession has come about by stealth. I bet he’s chuckling in his grave.
I wonder what we have learned through this time of isolation? Have we slowed down to appreciate the quiet and time for reflection and introspection?
For those of us who were deemed essential but could work from home (lucky me), our days were interrupted. Our routines askew. Days spent in endless “Teams” or “zoom” meetings. No travel time needed so meetings are backed up to each other. No room for the corridor chatter or the niceties that happen at a face to face meeting. the empathy gap palpable.
Many days I have begun at 6am then looked up from my screen at 5 pm realising that I hadn’t been to the bathroom all day or taken a drop of water. I worry for my kidneys.
I have like many, taken on some “Covid curves”. It will take months to get rid of them, but how nice to say “see my COVID curves?”
I worry for my dogs, who for the past 3 months have sat at my feet whilst I worked. Who have been walked and groomed and fed on time (a rarity in our house under normal circumstances”. What will they do when I return to the office?
We, like many, started a “pandemic” project, thinking we would have all this extra time. So we pulled out the bathroom and kitchen and knocked endless holes in walls. But the extra time didn’t manifest and the project remains incomplete. It looks like our beautiful little house has had a pandemic of its own. Here’s to post pandemic living!
I wonder what we have learned through this time of isolation? Have we slowed down to appreciate the quiet and time for reflection and introspection?
For those of us who were deemed essential but could work from home (lucky me), our days were interrupted. Our routines askew. Days spent in endless “Teams” or “zoom” meetings. No travel time needed so meetings are backed up to each other. No room for the corridor chatter or the niceties that happen at a face to face meeting. the empathy gap palpable.
Many days I have begun at 6am then looked up from my screen at 5 pm realising that I hadn’t been to the bathroom all day or taken a drop of water. I worry for my kidneys.
I have like many, taken on some “Covid curves”. It will take months to get rid of them, but how nice to say “see my COVID curves?”
I worry for my dogs, who for the past 3 months have sat at my feet whilst I worked. Who have been walked and groomed and fed on time (a rarity in our house under normal circumstances”. What will they do when I return to the office?
We, like many, started a “pandemic” project, thinking we would have all this extra time. So we pulled out the bathroom and kitchen and knocked endless holes in walls. But the extra time didn’t manifest and the project remains incomplete. It looks like our beautiful little house has had a pandemic of its own. Here’s to post pandemic living!