“Remoted” – Day 542 (Thursday)

Today shook the dust off a few things. Yesterday’s mouse peeking out from the refrigerator mechanicals resulted in today’s dismantling and cleaning of the area. Not by me, there was help who was much more experienced in both machinery and mice. The refrigerator has been suspiciously quiet since yesterday, which has me a bit on edge, waiting for the axe to fall. 

This morning also revealed rodent calling cards in new areas not previously seen. There were droppings and also the ravaging of a bag of coffee beans. The bag seemed to have suffered more than the contents, but there still may have been some caffeinated critters running around. This added to the edginess.

The expert on site conducted the baiting with peanut butter and strategic placement of several traps. I can’t smell the peanut butter, but Winston can and has shown new interest in the general areas of the traps. Luckily, they are located where he can’t get to them.

As if the planting of the death traps wasn’t exciting enough, there was progress made on work projects. Then, during the post-work email check, there was a 20% coupon from my favorite delivery place. Without even thinking, I ordered the fried seafood dinner for delivery. Abandoning food preparation and ordering delivery is usually reserved for Friday nights, as a treat for surviving the week. It’s one step in the attempts to differentiate the days of the week. 

The Monday holiday had already set the work week off wacky, and the premature restaurant food night will likely be confusing tomorrow as I swim up from the depths of sleep and play the “what day is this?” game by recalling facts of the previous day. The clues are things like, "I wore khakis yesterday, so that would be a weekday," and "There was a team meeting yesterday, so that would make today Thursday." That sort of thing. Tomorrow, I’ll be thinking, “I ate too much fried seafood so this must be Saturday. But there was no beer or wine, so, maybe not?” Should be fun. Can’t wait.