All of that and then some.
We’ve been having some difficulties with staffing as of late; it’s not the schedule this time but the sheer number of call ins we’ve been getting. Some have not been feeling well. Some are simply skipping work.
Others have been calling in because they have Covid. That’s probably why so many others have been calling in as well. They’re afraid and I don’t blame them.
I am too. I don’t even want to leave the house. If I’m that skittish now, I don’t want to think about winter.
I’ve been tucking away some non-perishable food: hot cereal, sauce for pasta, nacho cheese for quesadillas, things like that. I’ve grabbed some cat food and treats for Lulu; we’re getting a new pet supply store in my city so I’ll be able to grab her kibble on the way home from work. I’m not planning on leaving the house unless absolutely necessary during the winter months; we’ve already broken a record for Covid cases and I’m sure that it’s going to get worse in the coming weeks.
I’m willing to bet we’re going to have to go into another lockdown. It’ll be the fault of all those “But muh free-dumbs!” conservatives. They care about no one except themselves and maybe a few of their family, if even that. They’ll keep claiming medical conditions in order to not wear a mask, go to the bar after work and that sort of thing, happily spreading the disease.
I don’t want it. I may have caught it earlier in the year and even though it was a seemingly mild case, it wasn’t fun. But I really don’t want to infect Prime. If I’m dead, so what? But Prime…
I can’t even finish that thought. It’s too upsetting.
It’s going to be a long winter. But I think I can manage. I have the Switch and I have Lulu. I have Prime. I can handle this.