“Remoted” – Workday Thirteen (Thursday)

Sleep + hot, fresh coffee = a new day dawning for remoted workday thirteen.

Powered by coffee, it was pre-work Scrabble and an order placed for dog food and dog biscuits from Amazon Prime. I can’t seem to find toilet paper or disinfecting wipes anywhere online, but thank goodness there is food available for the canine overlords. By checking off delivery as "not urgent," I scored a $3 credit I can use for Prime movies.

Just another workday from home.

More coffee and instant oatmeal fueled a morning of research and writing for a project, shushing a barking dog, and tying up loose ends on other projects. A lunch of homemade turkey soup eaten against the atmospheric background sounds of a begging, barking beast provided fortification for an afternoon team meeting via webcam where, not only was I not the last person logged in, I was the first person in. Success, thanks to the help from the IT guru the other day and a note to refer to before trying to log in today. 

Once 5:00 hit, it was time to feed the dogs who had been pacing like hungry tigers for a half hour already. I know what the pacing of hungry tigers looks like because earlier this week I spent many quality hours with Joe Exotic, Tiger King.

After work it was more online shopping and an order from Staples for a wireless keyboard and mouse. The laptop keyboard is ok but the touch pad is a total pain in the butt when scrolling. While looking for a mouse, I found the keyboard and mouse combo for many, many dollars more, so yeah, why not? The 40 hours a week working on the laptop with the annoying touch pad scroll, combined with solitude-induced delirium, is causing me to spend money I would never spend under ordinary circumstances.

Friday is a scheduled vacation day and the carefree feeling led to a dive into reckless dietary decisions. It started with two slabs of pineapple and black olive pizza, followed by a giant hot cocoa with marshmallows and whiskey, and one oatmeal cookie from the freezer. Even frozen, that one cookie was pretty good, so it led to five more. That leaves 1.5 dozen remaining in the freezer out of the four dozen baked on Sunday, which makes this week sort of a personal best in cookie pacing.

Friday vacation day is currently a blank slate, with a couple highly predictable elements including Moose the Jack Russell Terrorist bullying me out of bed too early. Accuweather is forecasting rain most of the day, so I won’t even have to feel guilty not doing the yard work that is begging to be done and instead being a movie-watching couch potato isolationist.