I am home today with a stuffy nose and sore throat, but when I looked outside and saw the snow on the ground, I knew I had to take advantage.
I was under the weather all week and woke up sniffling with a parched throat. I had no aches, but all the same, I administered a COVID-19 rapid test. I contacted the director and the rest of my security architecture team to let them know I was taking a sick day. When I looked outside and saw the snow on the ground, I knew I had to take advantage. This is the first real snow of 2023 for the Princeton area.
My township, Montgomery Township, is mostly farmland and woodland and streams and hiking trails. It's rural, with narrow country roads without sidewalks, lots of ditches and foxes and wild turkey in the backyard, and it's not unusual to see a farm tractor on the one-lane roadway. However, because of our proximity to New York City and Philadelphia, the area is considered suburban.
I am publishing this late at night just before going to bed, so forgive me if it's short.
I'm having trouble focusing on work. I don’t know if it’s because of the monotony of each day or maybe I am just burnt out. I get up; I make coffee in the Chemex, I grab a yoghurt from the fridge, I check my blog feeds, and soon I am logging into the remote desktop and preparing for a meeting. This routine isn’t much different than “before” except sometimes when I worked from home I would get a cappuccino and a muffin from Rojo’s or I would have breakfast at Aunt Chubby's. On the days I worked in Manhattan, I waited until I got to Wall Street to get a cheese danish and a latte at Stone Street Coffee. Being out was an opportunity to interact with other people. It made working from home enjoyable. Now my mornings are just me eating along. No one else in my house is awake.
After work today, I walked over to woods near my home for some fresh air. Walking along the main road, I danced with the dog walkers trying to avoid them and maintain physical distancing. I gave up and just walked along the middle of the road. I was a safe distance from people, lowering my risk from disease, but I now had increased risk from cars and bicycles.
In the woods, it seems someone has started practice survival skills, building a “home” from branches and scrap. Perhaps it’s someone trying, like me, to deal with the monotony of their day.
I know I am not getting enough sleep, but I find I have no desire to go to bed and no desire to wake up the next morning. There is nothing to look forward to.