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If you were used to doing some thinking on your commutes to and from work before Uncle Covid arrived and you suddenly ended up working from home as a safety precaution, you probably have blown some opportunities to solve the problems of the world.

Or maybe now that you’re at home most of the time, instead of thinking about the problems of the world, you’ve decided instead to get your stuff together.

Stuff is another word for feces which is another word for scat.

Get your scat together, man!

I remember when scat was something jazz singers did.

Another thing we did on our commutes during this bygone era was decompressing.

“What do you like most about your commute, Bob?”

Well, I’ve heard from other people who actually perform their own versions of decompressing while commuting that this is a good use of the time on the ride home.

Evidently, the goal of decompressing is to be fully unwound before walking through the front door so you don’t start recompressing once you do.

Decompressing always sounded painful, although it came to be a useful word for me when I needed to explain away poor behavior of my own.

“I only did that because I haven’t had a commute home where I could decompress for a very long time.”

Who could argue with that logic?

Nobody I know.

There have been some good things about not commuting but most of them are related to the vehicles we used to commute in more so than ourselves.

Gas is cheap.

Not driving at all is even cheaper.

But when can you decompress?

That is the age-old question, my friends.

Instead of trying to think about things and get our stuff together, we choose to try and be more productive.

We’re at home and balancing our work and personal lives.

In theory, we should be able to get our stuff together a little more quickly since we aren’t commuting any longer.

I thought about scatting like jazz singers do but I needed the right environment.

So I tried scatting while doing the dishes after everyone else had gone to bed.

While I kind of got into it, I wasn’t truly scatting in the sense of the word as I didn’t have the sounds of musical instruments to mimic vocally–which is what scatting basically is.

One of our dogs who gets frightened when I do the dishes was somewhat curious when I began scatting. She didn’t know whether to check on me or have a drink of water. Finally, she opted for the water after she sensed dad was alright, albeit acting weird once again.

This world we live in now is like a new frontier.

It is stimulating and challenging to think of the world that way.

It also opens up discussion anew on what poses as acceptable behavior (since the majority of what occurs is under our rooves).

Where once external office environments with rooves existed, now we have the internal surroundings known as residential dwellings, with activity taking place under roofs.

I always thought “Rooves” or “The Rooves” would have made a great band name.

And they’d feature a scat-infused lead singer.

Who was always in search of continuous improvement while attempting to get his or her stuff together.

Someone who understands that reading this is not exactly feeling as if you’ve been served as much as it is experiencing the sensation of being decompressed.