Tomorrow

Tomorrow I go back to the office for the first time in nearly three months. That’s not to say I haven’t been working—I’ve probably worked as hard over the last three months as over just about any comparable three months over my entire 50 year career. There were those few weeks back in the 70s I was working on a deadline and putting in 80 hours a week but that was just a few weeks. BTW 80 hours a week is no joke. I showed up at the office around 8:00am and left after midnight every night, six days a week. On Sundays I had another gig. To toot my own horn I work longer, harder, more effectively, and more productively than people 40 years younger than me.

In early March I took a business trip to Boston and then self-quarantined for ten days which was followed by the mandatory lockdown.

Although it will be good to see other people from the office in person (rather than via Zoom) even through their masks, I’m not looking forward to it. I think it will be surreal. Basically, I’ll just be sitting in my office with the lights out (as I usually do) for eight hours a day. I’ll need to remember to get up and walk around once an hour and take a long walk at lunchtime.

But I guess I’ll need to bring my lunch which will be a minor burden. I’ve gone out to lunch when at work for decades as a mental health break.

I’ve got my facemasks and hand sanitizer so otherwise I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.