Landed at the cabin in time to throw stuff in the fridge and do my work day: meetings, respond to email, meaningless crap mostly. I explained my lack of symptoms and the unfolding process to everyone, over and over, like a birth story or a death story or the story of his proposal, like getting COVID-19 is an exceptional life event.
Discussed with my boss how this might be a huge victory for feminism. That the new normal requires operations to allow for everyone, including men, to experience the need to be out of the office for 2 weeks to 2 months, with no warning and no guarantees. Managing operations around parental leave will seem like a luxury after this - we may even become more humane about it.
I woke up very clear, recognizing that the day before I was more impaired than I had realized. By the time I went to bed, I knew I was still missing some fairly important part of how I normally operate. I installed 6 pieces of wood, then went to bed and fell asleep like a dead person.
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