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Depression hit a little bit today. It was my working day today, but my mind was skipping around thinking of those we've lost, who we might lose and coping with the cabin fever. I played a bit of online poker in the afternoon. I play on Virgin where there are four players and you have a box with a cash prize but you don't find out how much it is til after you have been knocked out or won. I was on a £6 table so the prize might be £12 (likely for two of the competitors) or any multiple of that up to £60,000 (unlikely). If you got £30 or £48 you'd consider that. good result. I once had a £400 box on a £4 table, but of course, you also need to win to get it, which I didn't.
The first hand on this £6 table was good for me. KK and I raised a little bit, trying to hide what I had. I called and the flop came down 4,5,8, which looked good for me. We ended up going all in and it was revealed that my opponent had 6, 7 which was unlucky, but at least the money had gone in largely when he was ahead, so I'd been beaten fair and square. I didn't feel bad to be knocked out first hand. Until it was revealed that my box contained £6000.
It was so early in the game that it was hard to feel too bad about it, as I hadn't got close to winning. But then again, £6000 would have been a nice win. Enough to get me through the lockdown (depending on how long this will last) or pay for my Edinburgh flat if I don't get that money back. And it's not likely I will get another shot at it. So that didn't help me rise above my doldrums.
I didn't get angry though and just accepted my bad luck. Which probably shows that I am more depressed than I think. Lots of people are claiming lockdown is hard because there is nothing to do, but we're really struggling to get any time to ourselves. I guess if we'd been sensible enough never to breed this might be more of a holiday. Three weeks of child care with no assistance at all turns out to be an awful lot.
I finally got into writing and five minutes in was feeling good, but my wife told me dinner was ready. I had been sure I had an hour left, but time had evaporated (and not playing games, but maybe dicking about on Twitter) and that was my working day done (if you don't include playing myself at snooker as work, which it is hard to do).
The good news is that the Novotel I'd booked for my mother-in-law for the Fringe has agreed to refund our non-refundable money. Thanks to them for pushing that through for us. The letting agency for our more expensive flat for the family has agreed that we should be paid back, but worryingly doesn't have the funds to do so at the moment, so it could still be a significant loss of money without the hassle of doing the Fringe.
We're likely halfway through this (at best). Buckle up. Even when it's over, it's not over.
I feel that however long we are imprisoned in our homes, the government should allow us all to commit one crime equivalent to that jail term and get NO PUNISHMENT for time served. Who's with me? What do I get for 3 weeks?
To make it interesting it's up to you when you cash in, but if you leave it until the end of lockdown is announced you get nothing. So you might be able to commit a crime worthy of a 3 month prison visit, but only if you've got the ovaries to stick it out that long. And you must commit the crime after you have pressed your buzzer.
It's a great game. How long will you do and what crime will you commit?
