It Goes On

Going home

Reading about the suffering of the city dwellers around me did not help my mood today. Things were clearly going from bad to worse, with no end in sight. With the hospital running at almost full capacity, I certainly felt lucky that I still hold a decent job.

I kept on thinking about those who have lost their jobs and livelihood. No real practical help was offered to them. Handouts and quick fixes can only do so much. It would take them years to recover from this pandemic, and I am sure the effect will last decades.

As I was writing this, I was planning for an upcoming meeting. My schedule remains full. But I am sure over time, I would be affected as well.

As I go about my business, I noticed that the hospital was getting quieter by 4 pm. It used to still be buzzing. Maybe patients prefer to come over in the mornings and get about their business as quickly as possible. And then head straight back home. I don’t mind that. The day passed by more smoothly, and I felt that I used my time better. That also meant I would be back home by 5.

I might as well enjoy this respite while they come. It never hurt to plan forward ...