“Remoted” – Day 451 (Thursday)

This morning offered perfect sleeping weather. It was cool, and not humid, but delicious sleep had to be abandoned. Dogs needed to be let out and fed, which is the driving force for exiting a comfortable bed every single day. Every. Day.

Morning coffee was enjoyed on the porch for the first time since last summer. The curtains fluttered in the windows and it felt like vacation, but it didn’t last long as it was a work day. Even still, the weather made the day seem light and cheerful. It inspired feelings of being reckless and carefree, which manifested in the form of having lunch delivered. 

Lunch and dinner and still leftovers.

Normally, delivery meals are reserved for a Friday or Saturday night. Not today. Lunch was a seafood platter from Primo. The order is huge with haddock, clams, shrimp, scallops, and a ton of fries. It’s generally good for two or three meals, so the $30 tab, equal to a week’s grocery bill, feels less painful when amortized over multiple feedings.

The carefree feeling extended to booking Friday off as a vacation day. If I could have three-day weekends every week, that would be a dream. There would be a whole lot more carefree and footloose happening.

After work, where Thursday had suddenly become Friday, the lighthearted feeling carried itself (and me) outside to the driveway to tackle another task that languished on the to-do list for a year. The car was cleaned. Vacuumed, dusted, windows cleared of the doggy-schmutz nose prints. The vacuuming was a challenge. The upright unit that works great in the house is crazy clunky when trying to clean a car. The wand and accessories are great in the house, but a real pain in a confined space. There is still a lot of hair in the car, but it’s greatly improved. My habit of setting a towel across the back seat for the dogs really helps things, but there are crevices with grit accumulated in them since 2004 that no vacuum tool can fit in and I know, because I have tried about 10,000 times over the years.

After the ninety minutes of hard cleaning labor, it was time for supper, which was, of course, meal number two of the lunch extravaganza heated in the toaster oven and accompanied by a pint of Guiness. This was followed by the cannoli that had been saved in the refrigerator all day, a true reward for the car cleaning. Maybe tomorrow I can get to a car wash to get the outside cleaned. Or if the weather is as motivating as today, I might even do it myself. I have a hose and bucket.