Learning to Live with Myself

Yes, let's just name every post after a Merle Haggard song.

Working from home. I've been at this job nearly two weeks and have just been doing training on my laptop, using my TV tray and my WalMart folding chair. That's my only furniture other than an air mattress. Suppose to have all my other stuff moved here maybe next month.

The first weekend was the hardest, when I first got here. It's still not easy. I don't go anywhere other than my immediate area here. I like the town I'm in. There's a lumber company nearby that looks like something out of Twin Peaks. I walk along the river. Other than the occasional trip for grocery shopping, I try not to go anywhere if I can't get there on foot. There's public transit here, but I feel like it's irresponsible to travel that way unless it's important.

I may have already had COVID and not really known it. My wife had bad symptoms [though no fever, so her doctor couldn't test her.] I had a mild sore throat/congestion and a slight pain in my lungs, but that subsided eventually. We'll probably never know. My parents' area in Oklahoma has been hit really hard considering how small a town it is. They think they had an outbreak at the small country church they attend, even though they quit holding services a couple of months ago. My parents most likely had it, they were both pretty sick but have recovered. They tested negative, but I think were starting to recover by the time they were tested.

I don't know if I like my job or not. It feels like it hasn't really started. My life here hasn't really started. I'm only sad some of the time now. But it's hard to get used to. 2020 seems to be all about getting used to things that we didn't think we'd ever have to get used to, on every level.