I never thought I would earn a living in my bedroom, but I have for the past 14 months. When I started the job in DC, I drew a sharp line between work and home. Simply put, I didn't work at home, I didn't sleep in my office. I did this because on my previous job, I found myself working 1 or 2 hours a day at home, in addition to working in the office, and working on weekends. Work dominated my life, I was physically and mentally burned out. For 12 years I succeeded at maintaining a good distinction between home / personal time and work.
All of a sudden with COVID I am doing working and sleeping in the same place. For the most part, I had been doing well in separating work time and not work time. Recently the line has started to blur, I am finding myself working early in the morning, and after dinner in the evening. A confluence of several major projects all demanded my attention, stretching time well past the time reflected on my time sheet. Weird, I am salaried, but we report hours. But time sheets never reflect more than the standard hours, great works of fiction, more of a what percentage of time is charged to each project than a true reflection of the hours worked.
I have long known I need to learn to say no. To set limits. At my age, I think I will retire before I learn that skill. I was talking with an old friend who retired last year. She said it was liberating and disorienting, to hand everything over and walk away.
I have so far, preserved my weekends. Allowing my office computer to go to sleep Friday afternoon, and leaving it to hybernate until Monday.
Still I need to return to balance on Monday through Friday. I need to say no, I need to delegate. I need to be realistic on what can be done in 40 hours a week.
A couple of weekends ago, I took the convertible in for a car wash, the prices have gone up significantly in the past year, (30%) and the owners car was parking in one of the detail bays, it costs a lot of money to keep tires on that and pay the speeding tickets.