I'm running at about a 4 right now. Things are slightly below average, but not yet distressing. My bills are getting paid, nobody is in the hospital or in danger, but a variety of small things have happened this week that are just starting to take a toll. I'm fortunate that these are my problems in light of all the suffering people in the US are going through, but they're still weighing me down right now. There's not much anybody can do.
We accidentally broke a ceramic piece my wife's great grandmother made and which she's very fond of. My wife is very sad about that. It's probably fixable. We have superglue and I've got time, so I'm going to give it a shot, but I know it's never going to be quite the same again. It's also not making me feel any better that she keeps saying "I know it's not your fault".
I fucked up some salmon I was trying to cook for dinner. I "saved the day" by serving BLT's instead, but it wasn't what I had in mind, and the lesson I took away is "it's easy to overcook fish." That isn't exactly rocket science.
On the work front, it looks like a layoff that I knew was on the horizon has been pushed out even further, which is probably going to impact a start date for the next job I've set up. It makes significantly more sense for me to get laid off than to quit, but it's an awkward conversation to have with a new employer. "Yeah, I'm really stoked, but can we push my start date out two more weeks? I've got a severance package that keeps getting postdated. Of course I want to work with you, I just want to get what's mine before I do."
The devil on my shoulder says to double up while my current job sorts their HR shit out. At this point my job is literally just waiting out the clock for various layoff notice periods. I could not quit my current job, start my new job and "work" both until the layoff period is over. All the people I've known who have done that (and there are several) have eventually been caught, but they're usually actively working for multiple companies over a time period measured in months to years. Nobody has cared that I (and probably fifty more in my group) have been completely unproductive since February, why should two more weeks make a difference?
I found out that my dryer vent has probably never been cleaned and is essentially filled with compressed lint I've been grabbing by the fistful. Cleaning it and brushing it out sets my allergies off really fierce, so I've been a sneezing wreck. The wife is mad at me because she can't do laundry, but I don't feel like rolling the COVID-19 dice by having a serviceman come over to the house right now.
Basically, this week has had a pretty solid "meh" theme to it, apart from the widespread malaise the world seems to be suffering. If Stringer Bell were here he'd have something to say about 40 degree days.