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A confusing COVID calendar

To those working from home who complain about the drudgery of the daily bedroom-to-living-room commute …

who believe a home office means never having to shave or comb your hair again …

who have forgotten that “business casual” does not mean a collared shirt on the top and boxers on the bottom …

who are starting to believe that their dog really is their “assistant” during virtual meetings …

I have one question … does anyone know what day it is?

I used to mark the days of the week by my specific tasks at work during the day and the TV shows at night.  Tuesday was Mark Harmon night (according to my mother) and Thursday was for Grey’s Anatomy.  Wednesdays were filled with editing projects and shooting Around Town interviews.  Thursdays, I played catch-up and had the night off from the Weather desk.

It was an easy work-association pattern.  Plus, I only had to keep track of five days because of the weekend’s obvious change of rhythm.  Then I had two days to interact with the rest of the world, get my chores done, and play with my puppies before starting the work pattern all over again.

As for the seasons, I knew Mother’s Day was coming when the snow disappeared and the networks began promoting their spring finales.  The Victoria Day holiday was marked by my neighbours clearing out their plant beds while returning reality TV shows were promoted as just one week away.

But this year, warm temperatures arrived early, as did the “COVID-shut-down-production” unplanned season finales.  Neighbours were gardening ahead of schedule while networks ran old shows and specials.  And Mother’s Day consisted of a video-visit instead of a family dinner.

Now my orderly days of multiple deadlines based on departmental needs and schedules are no more.  I’ve had to find new ways to produce my work with 75 percent of the staff out of the building.

And time has new meaning.  My regular Monday schedule is out the window.  Wednesdays aren’t “Wednesdays” anymore.  And if it weren’t for Mark Harmon’s strangle-hold on Tuesday nights, I’d be lost in a sea of confusion without an anchor.

Unfortunately, the summer television schedule changes continue.  Big Brother is still in limbo.  For years, the Head of Household competition meant it was Sunday.  Wednesdays were for the Power of Veto and the live eviction Thursdays heralded the nearing of the weekend.  No more.

This year, the NCIS family is taking over Sunday nights which not only disrupts Mark Harmon’s anchor position, but also starts the week with a weird vibe.  Plus, new reality shows are being launched that involve freakishly strong athletes while we’ve packed on the pounds in quarantine.

Yes, things are starting to blossom again.  Plants are growing, stores are re-opening and people are tentatively attempting regular life.  But until Hollywood can start producing new shows and the TV schedule can right itself again, “normal” is a ways off.  And until then, I’ll never know what day it is.