COVID-19: WFH for a month

By rights I should still be reeling from last week's re-org, and I am on some level, but it's all being eclipsed by what is officially, formally, a pandemic today (says WHO? Yes indeed, WHO says so). My company made the call yesterday: people should people work from home for the next month, across North America. With cases in Boston centered on a company just a couple of subway stops away from our office, it's a decision many of us were expecting at least at a local level. I was WFH yesterday already to test out my home setup and do a little extra shopping, so in the end I got a one-day jump on the whole thing. Along with a big, big extra bottle of rubbing alcohol. It feels weird to think that I likely won't use my work badge again for the next few weeks; certainly don't need to carry it around all the time.

norwoodbridge was here last night for a date, and he has a car, so he drove me over to work around 9PM and we picked up my good chair and one monitor and my keyboard. That was really good of him.

So far today I'm antsy as all hell -- just off-kilter in general. I find myself anxious to get set up just right, and earlier today I could not focus on anything until I hung up a backdrop so that there's not a visually cluttered background when I dial into meetings; a lot of people have a wall behind their desk, but I'm facing out a window so that most of a room is behind me, and it looked crappy. In the end I tacked up my 10' by 10' monster towel to the ceiling in an L-shape behind me, and it works pretty well and also creates a little focused area for me. We'll see how things go when heisenbug has to start working from home, too (tomorrow, then indefinitely starting next week).

I can walk to circus easily enough, rather than take public transit, and we'll see about trips down to see norwoodbridge but I'm currently thinking Zipcar. Circus itself seems a little questionable (acro is germ-sharing) but I'm still going tonight, and next week can bring its own decisions.

My dad wrote to me over the weekend, all worried for us because we don't have a gun and won't be able to defend ourselves in the case of real civilization breakdown; but he calmed nicely when I told him we were preparing, and that nobody seems to expect real problems with supply chains for domestic food. I guess everyone has their own private nightmare, and when you're a Vietnam vet you get that kind.

On the lighter side of all this, https://washyourlyrics.com/ is pretty great. Input your favorite song. :)

Edit: fixed a tag, which brought back some words.