Day 40. Wednesday. Looking forward.

Let the record show that I did less exercise today than usual, but enough to feel barely respectable.

California's numbers are growing two days running, with a considerable climb in new cases, and smaller increases in hospital cases. From the UK, the numbers are better, but the shortages of NHS staff seem to be severe. Keep those foreigners out, will we?

I've begun thinking what my own return to work might look like. Does it, for example, make sense to go to the office one day a week? I suspect that is useful only if the team I'm on will all, or mostly, be there on that same day. Clearly a logical way to extend my contacts will be with a well defined group of people I've already been in contact with, and can trust to be truthful about whether they've got symptoms (one of the reasons I started WfH a week before the company said to was that I heard people coughing ... three of them). Someone I don't know might well be a spreader.

How would I get there? I gather that Caltrain is operating a skeletal schedule with one local train each hour, and one additional train during rush hour. A crowded train is the last thing I need. If enough people were WfH most of the time, it would be all right to drive. But if there is to be a phased return to work, it makes sense for me to be in the last phase, as my work can be done almost as well at home. So I have plenty of time to wait for testing and/or treatment to improve.

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