At Home With the Wife, Thank Tao

I’m almost always at home. Linda has been at home since Wednesday, and it’s a good change. I feel a little guilty for enjoying her presence (given the reason that I have her here to enjoy: the COVID-19 outbreak in Southern California), but I’m enjoying it nonetheless. My heart rate variability—as measured by my Apple watch—has gone up. I’m less anxious. I’m losing weight. (This may be due to panic-induced food rationing.) I make a much better breakfast at 8AM than I do at 5:45.

I want to believe that when/if this novel corona virus has been controlled/contained, Linda will continue to be able to telework, but I know that won’t happen.

Linda is a data analyst in a healthcare setting. She’s been working from home for years now, on weekends, on her days off, and in the evening when she gets home from the office. She worked pretty much anytime she was awake while the organization was implementing Epic. She’s been working way too much since then to implement Tableau for her group.

But she still had to spend 8-hour days in the office, after non-essential businesses in Orange County had been shut down, up until March 25th. The organization she works for is unquestionably essential, and she’s essential to that organization. But I don’t think I’ll ever accept that her physical presence in the office for that week or two, increasing her risk of exposure to the virus, was essential.

My personal joy and annoyance over Linda’s work aside, I want this to end. I want it to end soon. I want the restrictions on business and social activities to last as long as they need to in order to flatten that COVID-19 curve; but I want it to end as quickly—with as few deaths and illnesses as possible—as it can.

If the powers that be see fit to continue to let Linda work from home afterward, that’ll be a nice bonus dollop on the huge serving of relief that I’m more than ready to stick a fork in.

If not?

I’ll still compliment the chef on that main dish.