Our governor, who our attorney likes to refer to as “her highness”, has decreed that construction activities can resume as of May 7th, though she has yet to put this in writing, so as is quite normal, we’re all waiting around in limbo for her to provide the details – you know, just the way you want to open the economy, with everyone waiting around till the last minute to figure out how to start things up again. Brilliant. I think. Kinda… her spokesperson said that this was so but we need the official word.
This means, obviously, I’m being asked by one of our customers to provide manpower numbers starting Monday the 4th, even though that would be quite illegal, exceptionally inefficient and exceedingly stupid at this point to commit manpower before we know the details of how to send them back. Ah, how I missed work!
Anyway, it appears as though my COVIDcation will be coming to its glorious conclusion after the weekend. Or at some point next week. I won’t lie, I wish the governor would have kept it going till Monday (the 11th), but I don’t make the stupid rules, I just live by them (ahem), so it’s frickin’ time to get this dog & pony show on the road.
This has been the longest vacation I’ve been on since high school and while I’m supposed to hang my head in sorrow at the sad nature of things and moan about the fear and insecurity and scariness of it all, I won’t. Whether I had it or not (I’m pretty sure I did – I’ll know in about 36 hours when my cycling buddy’s wife gets her antibody test back, then I’ll get tested if they’re positive), I’m not going to participate in the self-aggrandizing over-the-top wailing and gnashing of teeth. Sure, the bug is scary for a few percent of the population. Sure, it’s deadly for a half-percent or so (if you think the mortality rate is greater than that, I respect your right to be wrong*). Sure, a few healthy people actually died (I think everyone’s heard a story about one or two)… but I’m not into the whole fear for the sake of sounding somber, caring and important, thing.
So, with what I thought was a week to get back into my schedule, I started yesterday morning. I slept in till some time after 3 am and didn’t take a nap. This morning I made it till 4 am! I think the hardest adjustment will be no more naps! I’ve made up for 28 years of 6-hour a night sleep in a month and it’s been fantastic. It’s time to get accustomed to my schedule again, though, so I have to put that $#!+ away and get on with it.
Sadly, this will also mean my mileage bonanza is going fade a bit. No more 40 & 50 mile weekday rides. On the the other hand, $!
Sadly, as it happens with good things, they pass. The flipside is, with bad times, they too shall pass.
And for that I am grateful.
COVIDcation has been an amazing, inspirational, fun time for me (it was a little scary when I had symptoms and I was more afraid for my wife). Several decades ago this wouldn’t have been possible, to enjoy this as much as I have. I’d have been out of money within a week and scrounging for a way to survive, or worse, find my next drink before the shakes set in. I’ll write more on this in the coming days, but my gratitude is off the charts – and that’s how recovery is supposed to work. The whole idea was to change my life and how I live it so I could get to a place where I’m a productive member of society and I can enjoy a happy existence. As that goes, my recovery, rather than my addiction, proceeds at pace.
And that’s as good as it gets.
* For the Washington Post story I linked, you actually have to read the words in the story, rather than just looking at the misleading “doom and gloom” headline. For instance:
The new serological data, which is provisional, suggests that coronavirus infections greatly outnumber confirmed covid-19 cases, potentially by a factor of 10 or more. Many people experience mild symptoms or none at all, and never get the standard diagnostic test with a swab up the nose, so they’re missed in the official covid-19 case counts.
The crude case fatality rates, covering people who have a covid-19 diagnosis, have been about 6 percent globally as well as in the United States. But when all the serological data is compiled and analyzed, the fatality rate among people who have been infected could be less than 1 percent.