Voluntarily back in the office for the second day this week. With 3 of us in an open-plan space with desks for 20, social distancing is not a problem. It’s nice to be able to talk to a small subset of my colleagues in person, and have lunch with people rather than whichever of our dog and cats happen to be awake.
The entire site is being obliged to take a week’s holiday the week after next. I’m not sure how this helps the company, but I suspect it’s something to do with accrued overtime and untaken holiday appearing as a debit in the accounts. Not going to complain- on the scale of genuine problems caused by the pandemic, that doesn’t register.
What does cause actual stress is talking to my family members in the UK who are of the Spectator-reading, Johnson-can-do-no-wrong school of thought, and are keen to tell me that the scientists were wrong/don’t agree/are clearly self-seeking in some way, and anyway, things aren’t perfect in Germany. I murmur something about comparative excess death rates and move the conversation on