“Remoted” Day 257 (Saturday)

It was a leisurely and relaxing Saturday and then, without warning, it wasn’t anymore. It got gloomy and annoying. I was cold, despite wearing a base layer and wool sweater, and drinking hot cocoa on a 50-degree day. A loud engine of some sort was running somewhere outside. The photo I was working on for this year’s Christmas Card was being problematic. None of it was anything outrageous, but suddenly every single little thing was getting under my skin.

Lacking input options.

Trying to order more insulin for Winston from the online pet pharmacy where Moose’s meds come from became an ordeal. The system kept delivering an error message about choosing a shipper in a field that had no options to select anything at all. After nearly an hour on the vet pharmacy site, there was still no insulin ordered. The chance was blown to get to the vet in Fitchburg to pick up more by not fully planning ahead. The inability to order online, along with the full realization that the monthly vet pharmacy bill is now doubled was a two-fer bonus deal of annoying and depressing. The insulin ordering thing is starting to feel like a solid argument to transfer the dogs to a vet closer to home.  

Yams were baked for supper which took longer than expected and further raised the hackles of annoyance and hunger. After eating supper, yams be damned, instead of feeling sated, wild and crazy hunger set in and I was hungrier than before eating. A frozen pizza was baked and five-eighths of it was consumed. It wasn’t even that good, and then the guilt over eating so much piled on.

Even the show I’ve been watching on Netflix, Virgin River, has pushed my buttons. The character played by Annette O’Toole is so annoying I’m close to abandoning the show. That is how thin my skin is today. It’s nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.