Back working from home due to a cold, back in the caravan of misery, back into blogging when I should be working. Back trying to self motivate, back trying to convince myself that I can do this work. Just back.
And speaking of Back – when working from home I usually listen to music or a podcast. It’s pretty easy to focus on both when doing administrative tasks and makes the day go quicker. What I’ve noticed however is that I cannot possibly concentrate on work whilst listening to Tim Minchin. The dude’s work takes my attention in a way that nothing else can.
But then I shouldn’t be surprised by that. Some years ago my wife emptied our life savings account to surprise me with a trip home due to my upset at White Wine In The Sun and realising my homesickness at Christmas. I don’t think our savings have ever recovered.
But onto a Covid – It’s grinding. It’s really tiring. The decisions, the awareness of every day movements, the constant-ness of the world being different, the hyperbole around it and people’s lives being used as political point scoring pawns.
I feel tired and weary. The last 12 months have been difficult in my part of the world. Whole communities are tired and struggling and need a break – and this weekend we have ‘Get Ready’ weekend, which means that we can talk to local firefighters about how to prepare for the upcoming fire season.
I want to know when we get ‘Let’s all go to the beach and get smashed because the world feels fucked’ weekend. I think that would have good attendance. And thankfully where I live we have enough beaches that we can all socially distance and clink glasses and bottles from at least 2 metres away.
I think I’ve said this before but Covid, go fuck yourself