It's weird is an understatement. On the one hand, the remote work is great. I don't commute, so I see my 5 year old all day even though I'm working. I don't hav

It's weird is an understatement. On the one hand, the remote work is great. I don't commute, so I see my 5 year old all day even though I'm working. I don't have to go into the city. My lunch breaks are in the backyard with the dog and my kid and my mom who watches my son. I've switched to 4 tens, which I love. On the other hand, the news cycle is an ever present anxiety machine. Even when I don't tune into it, it filters in through texts and my wife. I worry that the medical supply lines are going to become unstable and that will be that, and there's only so long a type I diabetic will last without medical supply. It's odd that everyone else seems to be excited for some Mad Max style revolution, and I just want some kind of normality. I feel like the kid at the house party worrying about people scratching the table and breaking dishes while everyone else is having fun. It's a strange dichotomy, this time we live in.