“Remoted” – Workday 119 / Day 171 (Thursday)

The cloudy, damp morning was humid, but there was still the feeling of fall seeping in around all the edges. It started a few days ago with a bit of extra chill and less light at 6:00 a.m. and a bit of a chill and less light at 7:30 p.m. The next thing we know, it will be a luge ride straight into winter. Coinciding with the chilly and darker mornings, the once broken leg with the rod in the shin has been aching this week. The weather? Full moon? There is rarely a clear reason, unless the reason is to make me hyper-focused on my leg.

After work, Friday vacation day plus holiday weekend equals four-day super long weekend kicked off with a sumptuous repast of mac and cheese found in the freezer while scrounging for lunch. Screw conscious and healthy eating. Some days demand comfort food.

Mac & cheese for comfort.

Breakfast begged for a toasted English muffin with butter and jelly instead of yogurt and fruit. One of only two paper plates was used to minimize the dish washing. There was a fried hot dog on a fried roll for lunch, on the same paper plate because, well, low on paper plates. There was the mac and cheese for supper, which required a proper plate because the day’s paper plate allotment got ketchup messy at lunch. Then there were Fig Newtons. The intent was to have “a few” but mysteriously an entire sleeve (half the package) was gone. There must be a ghost here snatching my fig cookies. Or maybe it was the mouse that has made multiple appearances this week. I wouldn't be surprised if it made off with my cookies. I may as well be cookie robbed on top of already feeling stressed out and scrutinizing every nook and cranny to figure out the entry point and also jam steel wool into every tiny crevice found.

I remembered to contact a pest control company, then missed their call to me which I then forgot to return, so the mouse mess has a fresh sprinkling of aggravation. There was a call from the appliance place to push the dishwasher and washing machine service call out by a couple days. Apparently, their schedule hadn’t reflected people being off when my service call was set. Or something like that. 

Bottom line, I should buy some paper plates. And call the pest company. Maybe these steps will help reduce the current stress level enough so I can back off a bit on the comfort foods.