inertia & atrophy

I can tell it's Market time in High Point because my commute to work was fully twice as long as normal this morning.  Looking back to who was still behind me coming in, I recognized coworkers who also live in High Point.  Market takes place here on two weeks a year - one in fall and one in spring.  The rest of the year,  this place is a ghost town. You would think that would mean my life is very busy this week but the opposite is true.

They've been sending me home early every day for lack of anything to work on. Yesterday,  by the time I got home, I realized I have a serious case of brain fog from it. My life is at a standstill this week in my little cage.
MonsterMustDie is still refusing to file for unemployment. I am continuing to try to talk him into taking advantage of the benefit he's paid into all his working life and that we need now.