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Isolation hasn’t been too bad down here. Monroe County, FL, is (last time I checked) still in the low single digits for COVID-19 victims. A couple of the cases can be directly attributed to people from up north who decided to escape their domiciles in high-risk areas and fled to the Keys already infected. Awesome. Thanks.
On Friday, 27 March, Monroe County is establishing a no-entry rule. If you don’t live or work down here, you’ll be turned around. If you work down here but don’t live here, you’ll have to undergo a nominal screening and then be allowed to pass. It’s not, I assess, to overly protect from infection, although I’m sure that’s part of it. We have been blessedly light in that regard. Instead, it’s the people from the greater Miami area coming down here to load up on supplies after their Miami environs have been sucked dry. On a daily basis, the toilet paper preppers, the red meat ransackers, and the fresh produce pillagers descend upon us like locusts and strip the grocery stores bare. Long-suffering smiles of welcome are wearing a bit thin.
My whole work-from-home gig is in tread-water mode — not because there’s no work to do, but because there are a raft of decisions that need to be made by higher before I can do it.
Without the structure of my workplace (and waiting to have a whole lot more to do), I’m slowly beginning to impose order on my day. Wake-up time is immutable. Every day it’s a race between the dogs and me to get up first, mostly for the pleasure of rousing the other still sleeping carbon life forms from their slumber (none of said life forms try this silliness with the Lovely and Talented Mrs. Mongo; survival instinct runs strong in the house). Also unchanging is the wake-up work-out/dog-walking routine.
Whoever wakes up first, the dogs start politicking to go out ASAP while I throw clothes and shoes on. Then I gently foot-scoot the dogs out of the way of the front door, walk out to my wee little 3×6 workout mat (actually, a piece of industrial rubber flooring from Home Depot) and rip out one, maybe two sun salutations. I’m more of a “root the pose” guy than I am a “flow through the poses” guy. Water flows, Mongo not so much. After that, I hit my first 10-20-30.
Ten pull-ups, 20 push-ups, 30 Hindu squats. After iteration one, I take Leia (the most ADHD German Shepherd Dog evah) on her walk. Get back, throw her in the house, and knock out another 10-20-30. Then I walk Conrad, the Cannonball Pit. Finish with him, put him up and hit the 3rd 10-20-30. The first yoga and 10-20-30 are to give the sun the time to at least think about starting to rise. The dogs do better (i.e., get their business done quicker) if there’s light. And it gives me the chance to start thinking about being able to walk. Also, lest it sound like I’m trying to sell tickets as a beau-hunk stud muffin nifty rad exerciser, please know that I can no longer do regular vertical pull-ups. For a while, I could make do using gymnast rings, so that my grips let me work around my trashed shoulder(s). Now it’s more like pull-ups with a TRX strap, heels on the ground, start position at about 30 degrees.
After that, though, I’m on my own. I’m trying to do some writing. Trying to do at least an hour a day of Spanish-language training. (More difficult, once they close the traffic from Miami. Heh.) Definitely staying in robust contact with my home unit and international peers. I’ve got three WhatsApp feeds that keep me in touch with the other planners and international participants. Being such a tech dynamo, I had no idea until just recently that pictures from WhatsApp are downloaded to my phone. Let’s just say that some of my down-range brethren send stuff regularly that the Lovely and Talented Mrs. Mongo would find blatantly unacceptable.
“But, Honey, this pic was pushed to me from the deepest, darkest region of the Amazon River basin” would not be considered a viable defense for a capital offense. So I get to spend an inordinate amount of time cleaning inappropriate material out of my phone. I started doing this after I told my beautiful bride what I’d be fiddling with on the phone. Last thing I need is to get busted out while huddling nervously over the phone. “Me? Nothing, honey. Just, uh, checking my phone…” Yeah. Since she has my passwords and PINs for everything, that could have catastrophic effects.
I know a whole lot of Ricochetti who are a whole lot smarter than I work from home. So as a newb, I’m asking: what are the techniques you use to impose order on your Homefront workday? Timed schedule vs. in-order tasks/accomplishments? Drive through per task or move on once it gets to be onerous? Inquiring minds want to know. Well, I do, anyway.Published in