Out of the office
I’m still on vacation, struggling to figure out what relaxing means when everything I used to do to relax (get cozy at home, cook a new recipe, watch TV, get caught up in a book, chat on the phone) is now the entirety of my life. I still love all those things, even almost six months into quarantine, but they are certainly not the reliable pressure release valves they used to be. And it’s one thing to put up an out-of-office email response, log out of email and Twitter and Instagram, and then go have a new adventure someplace new, and another thing to put up an out-of-office email response, log out of Twitter and Instagram, and then…continue to stay in my apartment and in my own mind, now with even less connection to the outside world. There’s never been a better time to confront my bad habits, or a worse one. I wondered if today I would feel like writing thousands of words or only a few, and it turns out the answer is only a few. So I’ll be back soon! In the meantime, please, I’m begging you, don’t email me.