“Remoted” Workday 131 / Day 191 (Wednesday)

This super weird year is really, really super weird. It feels like it’s flying by, and at the same time it feels like life has stopped. I can’t believe it’s been six months working from home. Half a year that sometimes feels more like half a month. There are times where it really grates on my nerves, and other times where it feels completely natural to not leave the house for days at a time and live in a time warp.

Work is super busy again, but that is completely normal. We basically operate on two levels – busy and busier, and we are deep in busier right now. That seems to impact the feeling of time passing more quickly. And also more slowly, it just depends on the specific project and task. 

Soup's on!

Moose, whose whole life used to revolve around food, has been showing almost no interest in it. Not the specifically for dogs kind, anyway. It really kicked in with the new bag that recently came, so it’s possible he doesn’t like it. This is unfortunate, as it’s a 30-pound bag of food, and will be around for a while. Luckily, he won’t starve with all the veggies he loves to eat when I’m cooking. Today the boys dined on bits of carrots, celery, and squash which were being cut to be sautéed in olive oil, then added to the remainder of the vegetable soup from the other day and the leftover vegetarian meatballs, creamy gravy and radiatore pasta. That made one crazy delicious soup. 

Along with the challah and apple butter for breakfast, it was a day of such great food I even forgot there was salted caramel gelato in the freezer.

The fine dining really helped gloss over the annoyances of the day, which included having to hand wash a sink full of dishes due to the soup making and the broken dishwasher. The appliance place called to relay the news that there are no white door panels at any of their suppliers. This activated the undercurrent of dread over either shopping for a new dishwasher (cha-ching!), or having to look at a replacement panel that clashes with the stove, refrigerator, microwave, counters, cabinets, and walls (barf).

In the grand scheme of things, I am fortunate that dog food and dishwashers are the level of my immediate worries, and I hope it stays that way. Focusing on my tiny domestic world keeps me from completely losing my mind and going, as my Dad used to say, "totally bat shit crazy" over all the things happening in the world outside The BungaLowell.