Got the keys to Dunwich Abbey 3 months ago. I've also been in hermit mode for 34 days. Not much has changed, I've made a smidge of progress on book organizing, I've dealt with work foo, the post migration foo has been catching up with everything else. Had to drive to the office twice and the datacenter twice this week, mostly due to a lack of communication. I took Monday off because I seriously just didn't care to talk to anyone, I'm also taking tomorrow off for a similar reason...but not completely.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Mom's passing. It's been five years, seems
like it was just the other day. I'm probably going to be ok, but I think
this is the worst time to take a gamble on that, and to deal with some really
frustrating meetings. So I'll try to decompress some, have a good cry or two
if the spirits move me, then back to the looney bin on Friday.
Oh, I officially found out today I am not currently running a fever. Went
for allergy shots today, and since my doc's office is attached to a hospital,
I had to get my temp taken. Normal. Doctor's staff did it again, also
normal. So that hopefully will shut up my hypochondriac limbic system.
Otherwise it's the same, random coughing fits when the phlegm runs.
So long story short, not much has changed in the last few months, other
than kind of getting used to the new place, and the new town. And the
big changes/additions/etc require help, and that violates the whole
social distancing thing. But eventually it will work out. Until then,
I'll keep tentacling along.