I realised COVID-19 was going to be a problem on the 13th May. Since then, I've been manic.
When I work from home, my standard day is demanding but quiet. I do long hours but run off habit, writing and work scheduled around making coffee, doing the washing, exercise, meditation, and social media.
But it's been a wild rush to get my community up to demand, drive supplies to my parents, and I've had my phone on speaker while replying to emails or cooking (egg fried rice 3 days running), often talking with pregnant family or friends about what the hell they should do.
The problem is, I don't get to think about any single concept for more than a few minutes.
It's like I've got ten different songs in my head playing all at once.