Well, it happened - the panic has reached Romania. For now, there are just a few isolated cases, but we'll see what happens.
I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I'm afraid of catching the virus.
No, I'm not talking about the coronavirus. Although I must admit that I will be a bit more careful from now on. No, I'm talking about the virus of complacency. There's so much stuff to do next week that I'm afraid to start it; on top of that, I'm afraid that if I go to work, I'll mingle and socialise and fall into the same trap that my team-mates have been falling into for the past two weeks. We have two more days in the sprint and we are very far from completing our main task. I don't know what to do.
I'm looking forward to a couple of quiet days at home. I can be very productive when I want to: all I need is a goal, and luck would have it that there's plenty to go around.
Then, I'm looking forward to closing my laptop and be done for the day. I'm very tired and sleepy and all I want is to sleep and listen to audiobooks. That's concerning actually - I've been eating well, sleeping well and taking meds and vitamins to try and counteract this very thing, but it's been two weeks now and I'm not getting any better. I guess I'll put two more weeks in before I start to panic.
I should go to the gym next week. I feel like three times is pushing it, but I really need to try and make it at least twice. I'm a bit put off by the virus to be honest, but I'll avoid crowds - I really dislike going when there's lots of people anyways - and I think I'll be ok.