I took three days of PTO prior to the long weekend, so I had a 6-day run of not working at all. First time since my return from vacation back in March... and to say I am completely checked out and couldn't give the slightest fuck about work, is an understatement. I don't want to work again. For anyone. Ever. This is weird for me, because I have spent the majority of my life BEING my work. I had little to no life/identity outside of my various jobs. They were me, and they were what i did with my time. So to turn 180-degrees on that way of being is ... disorienting? Frustrating? Add that on top of the stress/depression of All This Shit Right Now, and the fact that my dog appears to be in her last phase of life... well... fuck. But I had a great time yesterday at my sister's 50th birthday social-distancing party. And my wife is wonderful. And my family is healthy. And the weather is gorgeous. Life is complex; and the complexity only increases over time. I'm tired.