“We can't dim the lights

on Broadway because the lights are already out”
Were words spoken a short while ago on BBC Radio 4 by one person from the American theatrical community about another, who sadly died yesterday from complications with Covid-19. Both had survived the horrors of HIV. I didn't catch either of their names, but no doubt if you are either bored or interested enough, and have enough bandwidth, you will be able to find out.

I did not to go to work, so I didn't need to dress, I didn't need to shower, I didn't need to make a packed lunch, I had time for a fuller pot of coffee, I didn't need to get my breakfast down my neck immediately, I didn't need to check my personal emails before heading out. So many changes to my daily routine even before 06:30am.

But, my personal lap top remains where it always has been, separate from the work machine, and I don't combine my work life with my home life. So I logged into the office at 6:30am in the hope of getting a connection. I got onto the company intranet, but there remains a problem with accessing the servers on which all my live and editable drawing files are stored. So I spent a useful day weeding out irrelevant files from my department's “market stall” on the company intranet. Without this downtime it is a job which would never have been addressed. I was very excited to see that my line manager had also updated the staff details on the home page of our market stall.

By 3:30pm I had had enough, so I messaged my line manager to let him know that I was about to clock off, and then finally got dressed and went out for a walk in the late afternoon sunshine.

Not surprised to find the library closed, but happy to notice this totem on the lawn in front. A little scrutiny suggests that this decorated tree is a Mother's Day acknowledgement from father and children to mother who was born in August 1973 and who died in July 2019. Tokens suggest she was fond of fairies and strong beer.