17.11.2021 | “Work Weeks Make Us Weary Now…”

Lyrics: “Dan’s Song” ~ Frank Turner, 2009

60% of the work week done. 70% of the hours worked. *sigh* The plan for today was to start working from home early so I could log off early-ish as well and be at the nursing home for the expected visit from our GP. Sometime in the morning she mailed and told me she had to do the home visit in the early afternoon. So I called up a sibling who has more flexible hours these days and asked them to be there for the visit. It all worked fine and as Murphy’s Law could have predicted, the general state and mood of our loved one was much better today. No worries (other than the general ones). Well played! But I was glad to hear it from my sibling afterwards.

Because there is a lot to do at the office at the moment and because it’s so difficult to get hold of some people on the phone, when you can’t just drop by their office and stand in the door, borderline stalking to make them find the time to talk to you. And maybe NOT answer the phone for the next call right away. The downside of everyone working from home, I guess. Anyway for all of those reasons I ended up with a 10 hours (+45 minutes lunch break) day in front of my screen. I should probably not be in front of another one typing this. But I want to keep some kind of blogging streak for November.

Not much else more to report though. I had tentative plans for some nice activities (at home) tonight. But after fixing some dinner, some mind numbing vintage TV (while having said dinner), some scrolling through my social feeds, I can’t be bothered with anything else.

I catch myself being more and more frustrated and in “willing to go on general strike / march to the capital” mood due to how governments on all levels here in Germany fail us in the pandemic catastrophe we’ve found ourselves in. Two winters in a row! I’M SOOOOO FED UP! But I’m also so exhausted – physically and mentally – that I can’t get myself to do anything about it. Other than rant a bit here.

Memories of happier times, my good friend Amanda reminded me this happened three years (and one day) ago. “Of course, I know who Susanne is…!” *sigh*

Frank Turner, my friend and me, Hamburg 2018
At the “instore” in Hamburg, November 2018

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