Okay, this COVID stuff’s getting old. It’s been fifty day since I got off the flight in Atlanta to find the country in the process of losing its tiny mind. Fifty days since I thought that the fourteen-day quarantine wasn’t going to be a problem because I never go anywhere anyway. Thirty-nine days since, on day eleven of my fourteen-day quarantine, Governor Bill Lee announced the lockdown, which all my Right leaning friends are rebelling against so they can get haircuts and go to restaurants in the name of freedom.

Personally, I really haven’t gotten much done in the last 66 days.

There was a period in April when I managed to get my life back together enough to get some work done, but now that the puppy has arrived, a black hole has opened up and sucked all available free time from my corner of the universe.

And with it, a substantial part of my will to live.

The Current Status Quo.

My life currently consists of tending to the puppy and the chickens, making sure the kids get their ‘school’ work done, ensuring everyone is fed, cleaning up and doing laundry.

If you looked at the house right now, you’d argue that I don’t do any of those things, especially if you’d showed up at sunrise this morning and noticed that nobody had secured the chickens last night.

The wife and I share the overnight load of puppy duty, which effectively means we share the sleep deprivation, and a knackered mind can’t focus properly. At least mine can’t, anyway.

A Great Idea.

I came up with a great idea last week, that I’d get up at 5am and sneak quietly out of the bedroom before the puppy woke up, so I could at least get a start on something … perhaps even shave.

Nope.

At 5:20 the puppy, Hazel, decided that since I hadn’t come back yet, the best thing for her to do was compain. Noisily.

So, my efforts to get my life together have been completely success free.

Productivity Pending.

I still have plans to become productive at some point, getting back to bullet journaling, gratitude journaling, mindful meditation, and getting back on the AIP wagon. But right now, I don’t have control of a single square inch of my life, so such grandiose plans are going to have to wait.

I really can’t see myself gaining any traction until the rest of life settles down, or perhaps just the puppy, although that alone is probably already asking for too much.

Did I Do Anything At All?

The one thing I did manage to complete was bringing all four scenes of Chapter 2 through a read-aloud on Saturday. That means I’m able to consider them Beta Ready, and they’re printed and ready to go to my locked-down Dad.

Meanwhile, where I’ve been able to steal some time, I’ve made a start on effort to bring the Infamy notes up to scratch, and I’ve put up a page of puppy pictures, so you can check out the current bane of my existence.

So, anyway, I guess this is life with a new puppy in a COVID world.

Wonderful it aint.

I’ve given up hope for this year being any good at all. I’ll just make the best of it and look forward to better days ahead.

Sometime.

Quit Whining.

Recognizing Reality.

One last thing.

This is supposed to be an accountability blog, but I’m not currently able to get enough work done to report back on it. So, I won’t be posting again until I’ve made some progress, or something fantastic happens, such as COVID disappearing in the heat of April, as our illustrious lord and master told us it would.

He obviously didn’t mean April this year. He’s a stable genius, after all…

Anyway, until next time, stay safe, stay healthy, and I hope your life makes more sense than mine does right now.

Categories: COVID-19, Family Dog, My Life, Productivity

Tags: COVID-19, Dog, Hazel, Pets