For health care professionals, it is a time of grave personal danger – especially for those working in hard hit areas. I don’t know if words alone can adequately extol their fierce dedication to caring for those who are sick, often at great personal risk. They are heroes. And, I join the rest of the world in applauding them.
It would be easy to default to survival mode and just focus on getting through each day, feeling ever more stressed as nightfall leaves me tossing and turning and unable to fully rest at the end of each day. That’s where I think I’ve been the last couple of weeks – just surviving. But, I am hoping that I can do a little better than that. Because no matter how bad things get, there is little I can do to help anyone else, if I am falling apart.
It’s Tuesday and today I worked from home alone. For the first time since 2008, it was just me in the shop cutting out rubber dies and pulling indexed wood from stock and assembling rubber stamps for our customers. It was too quiet, so I found an old pair of earbuds in a desk drawer and listened to some music. But, that didn’t take away the feeling of isolation. It felt grim. And, I really missed all the talking and jokes and stories. I missed the comradery and fun of hearing about everyone’s projects and plans and the games they were playing with their kids. It’s going to be a little lonely around here for a while.