“Remoted” – Workday Fourteen (Friday)

Remoted Workday Fourteen was a vacation day, making it the best day of this week. As much as it would have been great to sleep late, “late” no longer means what it used to. Many glorious (pre-canine) years ago, “late” meant 10 or 11 a.m., or even noon. Now, it means 7 a.m., but only if Moose is feeling especially benevolent, and only after already having gotten up at 6 to let him outside to pee. As feared, the day started as early as a non-vacation day.

Coffee and the mini-series “Unorthodox” on Netflix started the day and an attempt at being a socially isolated couch potato. The laptop, which, until being remoted, was a shiny entertainment device delivering games and newsfeeds and knowledge from random search bar inputs, now carries the tarnish of work. It was not touched until around 10:30, and then only because I wanted to check on my several Scrabble games.

Lunch! Leftover mishmash.

It was also a day of kitchen creativity. Lunch was a delicious mishmash of leftovers that can never be recreated due to the slim chance I’ll ever again have the combination of ingredients on hand. Those ingredients were a leftover shredded zucchini patty, stuffing, and spicy ground sausage, with sauteed apple, onion, and celery. It was really good, so there was a bit of overeating. 

An afternoon of “Community” (also Netflix) had me wondering how I never knew about this show before. It flowed into suppertime and another kitchen delight after the idea of lentils mysteriously planted itself in my cranium. Luckily, there were lentils in the pantry, and the reintroduction to the puzzle of how one cup of uncooked lentils becomes roughly a 55 gallon barrel of cooked lentils. Supper of lentils, ditalini, celery, onion, and roasted eggplant and red pepper sauce was assembled and, like lunch, consumed in excess. 

Soju!

Online friends were celebrating a cyber cocktail hour, so a bottle of soju (green grape, quite nice) was opened, poured, photographed, posted, and imbibed in solidarity. There were also six oatmeal cookies that somehow escaped the confines of the freezer and were consumed. 

“Community” has enough seasons to last me all night and well into the weekend, and I’m transfixed, partly because Chevy Chase reminds me of my brother, and partly because there are so many familiar faces from other shows I liked. This could be a lot more fun than the paper shredding of all last weekend.