I have a perfectly fine desk in our study, and it has been completely cleared off, but I prefer to use my bed as my workspace. I spread out whatever it is I think I need, and fend off the cat who feels a constant need for attention. I sit pretzel-legged or recline against my pillow when the mood strikes me. I plug in my headphones to catch up on my collection of podcasts and spend my days in isolation.
I am now home from our weekly grocery shopping quickly typing this entry from my chosen office. I dodged the other shoppers sometimes taking the next aisle to make my way around them rather than let them invade my personal space. As I waited for the for the checker to scan and bag her way through the overflowing cart of treasures, I forced myself to take deeper breaths to calm myself down. I couldn’t wait to be home again and this after only one week of being at home with only a few short trips outside the house.
What will I be like when life returns to normal again? Will I become socially awkward, exhausted from a day of having to deal with others? I truly miss them, but how long will it take to readjust to the others in my life outside my immediate family?