Overmorrow

I was reading Julian Simpson’s excellent INFODUMP newsletter this morning, and came across a new-to-me word: overmorrow.  Here’s how Julian used it:

And we have to remember that there is an “other side” to this, an overmorrow where we step back out into the world and the shops are open, and the cafes and bars and museums and galleries, and we can see our friends and family and put our lives back together…

According to Dictionary.com, overmorrow is defined as “the day after tomorrow.”  The word originated in the 1500s but generally fell out of usage at some point thereafter.

Always a delight to learn a new word.

Proof of Life

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The quarantine beard is starting to fill in.

I just started week three of a four-week round of prednisone to treat a thing, and it’s been playing hell with my ability to sleep, and my appetite.  Today, for instance, I was wide awake at 4:30am and willing to commit bloody murder for a stack of pancakes.  I had a yogurt instead and logged onto work at 5:30am, which my primitive brain was sort of meh about.

Very glad to have this week be nearly over with.  Tomorrow my plan is to nap as much as I want, and annihilate some pancakes, of course.

The Great Pause

Checkpoint time: a little over one week into what I’ve seen referred to in a couple of places as The Great Pause.  It’s interesting living in the middle of a rapidly unfolding historical Event — big E — that people are already assigning names to.  I don’t remember when the Great Recession started being the Great Recession, but I don’t think it was quite this fast.

I can’t wait for the inevitable thriller that will arrive a few years from now called THE GREAT PAUSE, about a rough-and-tumble anthropologist who finds himself drawn into a plot surrounding millennia-old curse tablets discovered in an Athenian well, which unleashes a deadly plague upon the world…  Not that anything like that could ever happen.

Things that helped me get through the past week, in no particular order:

* Being busy at work.  The world doesn’t stop just because the world has, in many respects, stopped.  Last week at work was insanely busy, which I’m not complaining about; I’m aware of how fortunate I am in my situation.  But it’s legit been helpful to have something to focus on during the days.

* Making dinner.  Cooking is far from being one of my favorite things in the world, but we made dinner every night last week, which was actually fun.  Then on Friday and Saturday night we ordered takeout to support some of our favorite local restaurants.  The pappardelle with Venetian pork & beef ragu from Grist was outstanding.

* Exercising.  With doing the full-time work from home thing, this has been very helpful towards making the mental transition from “work” to “off work.”  My gym has been closed, for obvious reasons, so I ordered some adjustable dumb bells and a bench, but they didn’t arrive til the weekend.  So with nothing else to do, last Monday I went for a run/stagger.  It was rough in the moment, but afterwards I felt pretty okay.  In the three or four times I’ve since gone, it’s been a little easier each time.  I hope to keep up the pace. (har har har)

* Cleaning.  Our basement is starting to look really good.

* Writing.  Last Sunday I started working on a ghost story that’s been bubbling around in my head for a while, and I’ve been working on it in the evenings after I come back from a run.  The off-work reset that exercising presents is apparently also shaking loose some creativity from my fusty brain.

That’s my coping strategy thus far.  I’ll be curious to see how it mutates as time wears on.  Hope you all too are finding ways to get through this weird-ass time we’re living in.

Thirty-Eight

We’re in Cincinnati for the weekend, originally to see a show, celebrate my birthday, and do some other fun stuff.  For one obvious reason, rhyming with “Come on Eileen,” many of these things were canceled.  But, since the Airbnb was already booked, we decided to still venture down and spend the weekend lounging in our adorable little space.

Downtown Cincy is a ghost town.  Only a few places open and fewer people in them.  We were supposed to leave for San Diego next week, but will be postponing that trip til later in the year.  Things right now are certainly surreal.  Makes me think of the old curse, “May you live in interesting times.”  Maybe one day, times will be a little less interesting.

I turned 38 this past week.  Here’s me enjoying a celebratory margarita last night, and not looking a day past 37.

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