“Remoted” – Workday 107/ Day 154 (Monday)

There was a sense of dread upon opening the work email this morning. Any time out of the office highlights how many emails arrive in a day. The count is not always obvious when dealing with them as they come in, but there have been as many as 75 to 100 emails waiting after one day out of the office. Armed with this information, I logged in a few minutes early in anticipation of the many emails lying in wait.

There were pre-vacation preparations taken to minimize the bulk, which included unsubscribing from many newsletters and trade publications. The out-of-office autoresponder was set. Google alerts already go to a separate folder. And considering, the 5.5 days out of the office, the 318 emails in the inbox wasn't really that horrible. A bunch of them were from two group email addresses I’m part of, and could be deleted, but it still required plowing through them all. Luckily, it took less time to deal with than I expected.

The day was busy, the day was good. Then it was time for supper.

Supper was great. The fridge is still crammed with produce. So much to choose from. Too much, really. It’s time to cook big and reload the freezer. Despite there already being a summer vegetable soup loaded with zucchini, squash, mushroom, cauliflower, broccoli, and tomatoes and the macaroni and cheese with cauliflower and broccoli, the avocado on the counter was calling to me. I listened. 

Plated for show. 

Avocado, garlic, diced yellow grape tomatoes, diced heritage tomatoes, onion, hot pepper, and lemon were mixed and plated with a cheese quesadilla, corn, and mango. It was colorful and pretty. During the eating part, the quesadilla was peeled apart and the avocado salsa jammed inside for more efficient eating. Or cave woman eating. I’m sure the sight of me seated on the couch, huddled over the ottoman and stuffing the stuffed quesadilla into my pie hole lacked all elegance, but luckily for me, my solitary life affords no witnesses. Let’s be real, I’m much closer to feral than regal at this point. Working in the outside world in an office with other people served as a great set of social checks and balances. It’s like the wild west at The BungaLowell and it’s getting worse. At least the food starts out civilized.