Socks Suck

I should be writing about Cinco de Mayo today and sharing pictures of the great tacos I made for this once in eight years double Mexican celebration. But I’m not. I didn’t get around to making tacos. I had most of the stuff to make them but I lacked the motivation to do so. Work spilled across the five bells and it was oddly exhausting. My energy levels appear to be dropping. I’m concerned that apathy and lethargy are starting to finally corral me. Many people I know have hit the wall weeks ago and are now stressed and upset by the global pandemic. I’ve been holding out and some would argue, thriving under these challenging conditions. But it’s starting to get tougher. My hair is getting long and my facial hair is starting to resemble a beard. A terrible one, but still a beard.

I don’t actually wear glasses. I got this for a costume years ago and popped the lens out. I’ve been wearing them on video calls just to mess with coworkers. The frequency of the video calls has ballooned since this all started. One thing I like about working from home is that I don’t have to bother with socks anymore. I can just air my little piggies out everyday. It’s been so nice! The weather is turning now and it’s nearly Croc weather so my no sock life can continue for those rare times that I actually get to leave the house. It’s been the silver lining to my growing clouds.