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Work just emailed me tonight that one of the workers in the office building where I used to work before being sent home has tested positive for the Coronavirus. Anyone known to have had direct contact with them has been notified, which apparently didn't include any of my co-workers. That's why they had the building shut down for the week for deep cleaning.

Of course, there's no way of knowing who else in that building might have had casual contact with them that was sufficient for transmission but not sufficient to warrant notification. Even someone who just shared an elevator could have been exposed. Hopefully they'll send as many of them home as possible now, so that they can self-quarantine and keep from infecting anyone else if they are. And I'm more thankful than ever that I'm out of that place and safely sequestered in my attic work-and-play space.

Something like that really brings it home to you. The world's changed outright, over just a couple of weeks. Who knows what it'll look like in a few more?
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 Life proceeds apace.

Over the last couple weeks, my brother Aaron and I hit Ikea and a hardware store to get my desk and overhead light set up for my new at-home workspace, then Saturday my brother came out and spent ten hours drilling through ceilings and walls to run a pair of Ethernet cables up to my attic so I would be able to connect my work and play computers directly to modem and router. He really went above and beyond, and I need to be sure to do something nice for him for Christmas.

This is the week I have to hold myself ready for jury duty, calling in the evening before to check and see if they need me the next day. They haven't needed me Monday, Tuesday, or today, but they might still want me tomorrow or Friday. This makes it a little difficult to plan around getting my work computer stuff moved home. We've scheduled a meeting for Friday morning, but that'll only work if I don't have to be down at the courthouse on that day. I'm still not entirely sure how it's all going to go. If I'm not able to make Friday, the next opportunity will be Tuesday. But at least then I'll be free of juridical obligations.

I can hardly wait 'til I've got everything set up and working at home. No more getting into the restroom on break to find all the stalls occupied. No more nearly running into someone when I turn the corner to go to the kitchen or restroom. No more having to step outside my house on days when the world is full of ice and snow (or even just rain). No more having to waste an hour a day on the bus.

Will I be able to resist the charms of the distractions of home? I think so. In any case, I look forward to being able to find out.

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