“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols
Good morning from a grey, slightly damp Devon.
I woke up at 5 am — on the dot — but didn't swing my legs over the bed and wander downstairs to the kitchen (where I'm writing this post) until 5.30 am.
Overnight, due to the changing Government advice, I sent my Boss a text seeking his permission to work from home. He agreed. I'm glad, because my youngest daughter who's had a cold for a few days, has this morning woken up with a dry cough. I don't know if she's got the virus but we've decided it's best she stays off College — at least for the next seven if not fourteen days.
I'll be honest, I've been pushing for working from home (WFH) for a long time but it's been a losing battle. Don't ask me why, but I knew my day would come but not, of course, in these dire and deeply troubling times. For me, it's no big deal but it is for a company who has never experimented with let alone considered WFH. Like a lot of people are saying online, I hope — no, I really hope — that this marks a sea change in their thinking. I mean, I've already done an hour's worth of work even before writing this post and caught up with the news etc. (What a clever boy, Ju — it's just work you eejit.)
Like you (I'm sure), I've been watching the news and trying as best I can to deal with the unfolding situation. My biggest concern is the unpreparedness of government, our health service and all of us. Who's to blame? I don't know and that's not really my schtick. I'm more interested in everyone acting responsibly, following the best available advice and offering to help where it's feasible and (desperately) needed.
But most of all I want everyone to say safe.
And, yes, I realise how vacuous and limited that might appear but I worry about all the elderly and immunosuppressed people who are desperately trying to stay out of harm's way. I know two people from the same family where one is recovering from Lyme's disease and the other has been struck down with Parkinson's in her late 40s who are frightened to death as to what would happen if either of them contracted the disease. What makes it even more sorrowful is that their 86-year-old mother previously lost two children, one in a boating accident and the other through a debilitating disease. God only knows how she must be coping right now.
I know that we will eventually pull through this pandemic but not without lives being deeply and forever changed. It's too early to make predictions or talk about systemic change but one thing's for certain, life will, for a time, be turned on its head. I hope, very much, that we reflect individually and societally on what we must do if we want to avoid a repeat of Coronavirus which must, in my opinion, challenge our bedrock assumptions about the industrial complex and so much more. If we don't then, well, I wouldn't be surprised if we see something similar or least we'll sleepwalk towards a very, very uncertain future.
Take care everyone.
Blessings, and much love.