Hi Ho! Hi Ho! It’s off to work we go!
That song started playing in my head this morning, and I thought, “Don’t call me a ho!” Then I thought I would open my blog post with that little exchange.
Yes, I am once again working for a living, wearing a mask and keeping a 6 ft. distance from my co-workers. Actually, the mask will reside around my neck for most of the day, since my co-workers are at least that distant most of the time. Phew! I feel so sorry for folks that have to keep their masks on constantly.
Really, when you look at all my advantages, I ought to have no complaints about returning to the beastly grind. In fact, when I got the call to come back, I experienced a good half hour of pure happiness. I had not realized how worried I was that furlough would turn into lay off.
You may have guessed by now that today’s post will be a Middle-aged Musings Monday. Hmmm… considering how incoherently I have rambled so far, perhaps a Monday Mental Meanderings or even a Muddled Monday would be more appropriate. So much alliteration. So little substance to the blog post.
The important thing here is that I sat at work before my shift and WROTE. It felt pretty good. I think I’ll try it again tomorrow. Maybe I can come up with something better than Tired Tuesday Post. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.