Writer’s block

I don’t even know what to write. The GG and I spent a lot of time tonight talking about our days at That Darn EPA. It was what I call my childhood job and the job he retired from. I was not happy about him retiring at the time he did but he has kept himself very busy so MOST OF THE TIME it works out.

The early days of the pandemic were difficult. I was sent home OVERNIGHT! Like we were at work on March 12, 2020. It was a Thursday and some of us were talking about whether we would come to Cubelandia the next day. I and other people were already happy birthday washing our hands in the bathroom, not realizing that it was actually an aerosolized virus and the handwashing wasn’t really all that useful. I did think I would come in to Cubelandia the next day.

But. The liqwire store was on the way home and my intuition told me to stop there. When I got home there was a text from my boss saying, “Don’t come in tomorrow.” I didn’t. And I never went there again except to take stuff outta my cube (I was masked) and to drop off a serger-type sewing musheen. Uh, to send off for recycling… We did not do sewing at Cubelandia.

Anyway, me and the GG — two very independent people — were suddenly forced to be 24-7 companions. Ever hear the saying “I married you for better or worse but not for lunch?” That’s kinda what we were faced with. It’s okay and we’re doing okay even though we are total opposites in terms of political opinions and a few other things. When we talk about our work ethic we are 100% together and that is one of the main things that counts.

One Response to “Writer’s block”

  1. Margaret Says:

    What a strange and disorienting time that was! My saying was, “How can I miss you when you never go away?” Husband and I were quite different politically whereas my subsequent partners have been much more like me.