Creative Cramp

I don't really have much to say. Anything that I write in my personal journal is abstract, dark, and not worth sharing with you. I have no good stories to tell and no witty remarks for the disaster we're all living with at the moment. Anything that I draw or design is just ink on paper at the moment because I'm hunkered down at home and only leave for groceries about every 12-14 days. It's not bad or good, it's just how it is. 

The tragedy here is we've been spun. We're still spinning. I find comfort in the routine of my work from home day, but I fear for my neighbors and friends. Some still go to work, and some worry how long they keep their jobs. I worry about my own job. Am I valuable enough to keep around? Is my mind going to atrophy from the lack of problems to solve and things to fix? 

I thought maybe by posting in my irregularly scheduled blog, something would click and break me out of this mental funk. I don't know if it will and right now, it's not really important. What's important is that I stay home, and to my part to reduce the risk of exposure to myself and other people. The Happy Tinkerer is temporarily, the Mildly Amused Tinkerer for now. Cheers.