Before modification by Cannoli at 16/04/2020 07:11:30 PM
But I think we are all eating and drinking too much while not getting anywhere near enough activity. Especially for those like me who live alone, it is difficult to motivate yourself to go for a walk or a run. I manage some days, but nowhere near enough.
This coming right in the middle of Lent kept that from happening to me, since I was already fasting, and the ensuing suppression of society did nothing to alter that.
As for exercise, I'm really missing the gym, but I ride my bike for a couple miles every day, so that helps.
Staying with my two single siblings at our parents' house, but only seeing the other ones sporadically. My one brother came over once to do our grandmother's taxes. We've seen the one brother and sister-in-law and their kids a few times (and it's the 2 & 1 year old, so they're the cutest ones with whom we are the least bored, so there's that), but that's been weird.
Not being allowed to go to church has been the worst. Our church started live-streaming the services on YouTube, but it's like watching through a tiny window, with none of the spiritual gratification. Reading the prayers of the Mass at the appropriate time instead feels cheap and shallow. Fortunately, they rigged up a drive-through confessional at one of the ground-floor windows of a classroom. And it does put into perspective all the discomfort of the standing-room only situation for the Triduum. Standing in the vestibule, barely able to see the Mass of the Pre-sanctified is still a lot better than a YouTube video of an empty chapel.
Not only has work been torturously slow these last two months, but every week for three and next week it will be four straight weeks, I've had a trainee foisted on me for supervised practice. I hate doing that at the best of time. When there's nothing going on, so they don't DO anything, it's 800 times worse. At least when it's dead on a normal shift, you can entertain yourself or read a book or watch YouTube (I've discovered there are entire football games on there, and I've been reliving the glory years of the Giants in 86 & 90; I forgot how much of the latter season I had missed due to punishments for academic shortcomings, but it's fun to watch a game and not only hear Pat Summerall and John Madden and even the detestable Al Michaels or Chris Collinsworth sounding much younger than I remember, or seeing child-versions of Phil Simms, Ron Jaworski and Boomer Esaison actually playing football; not to mention getting deja vu when I suddenly remember hearing a play call 30 years ago). Instead, I have to sit there for five hours, in a room, with a stranger, and do nothing but explain to her again and a again things that she's not going to remember until she works it for herself. And she's a talker, whose favorite subject is how cool she is and how awesome she is at her other job, and she's nosy, too and asks personal questions. And when there are two of us in the same room, we have to wear masks.
On the other hand, Smashburger's delivery times are down to half their own estimates.