February is here, and this morning dawned gray and wet and cold. Unfortunately we won't be getting any of the snow that's blanketing the northeast. Just dull, cold, wet weather that makes you want to stay home and hibernate.
No chance of that here. I'm typing this on my phone, at work. It's so quiet here today. Half of the office staff are out for one reason or another, and I hear we have lots of absent teachers. One of the absent teachers actually showed up at work today after her husband tested positive for Covid because she "needed to pick up some items". Seriously. It makes you wonder how some people manage to finish college and get teaching jobs when they're so lacking in common sense. Of course, she was sent back home immediately, hopefully before she had a chance to spread her germs around. I'm glad I come in to work at 8:30, after she'd already left.
I'm feeling so down in the dumps today. Saturday was a long lonely day at home (Gregg was working all day) and I couldn't shake my feeling of sadness. Late in the afternoon a friend from my book club called to give me the news that two of our members are in the process of moving away. That made me even sadder. Who knows if I'll get to see them again before they go--probably not. For that matter, who knows if we'll ever be able to resume meeting up when this virus is under control. Life doesn't stay static as the months continue to pass. People go on with their lives. I'm beginning to think nothing will ever be the same again.
It's unusual for me to feel sad for days on end like this. I try hard not to complain about Covid restrictions because I recognize how lucky I am in a lot of ways. But I'm missing my friends and my family (the ones I still have a relationship with, anyway) and most of all I still miss Ginger terribly. Things just seem like shit at the moment, to be honest.
Sorry about the negativity. That's all I've got today.