Remoted - Hybrid – Day 578 (Friday)

Time has had a quality of going by both fast and slow. Sometimes at the same time.  It’s weird. When I worked for the time clock company and would see "master timekeeping systems" in our materials, I would imagine a prankster-type being who controlled all time and would speed it up and slow it down at whim, just to mess with the humans. 

Today dragged, then suddenly, it was 5:00, as if the master timekeeper had hit fast forward, and thank goodness for that. There have been entire weeks where each day seemed to drag, yet the week as a whole seemed to fly by, and vice versa. In any event, however slow and/or fast the day actually passed, things were accomplished. Information was gathered. Content was prepared for use. The red pen was used to cross things off the list which is my favorite part of any day.

Fatigue set in almost immediately upon arrival home. This means that zero household tasks were accomplished and zero items struck from a list. It took every effort to produce food for supper, and if I hadn’t been hungry, I would have just skipped it. Delivery was considered, but when compared against the volume of food already in the house, practicality won out and delivery was dismissed.

Shells and cheese,
not shells in creamy sauce.

Nothing in the fridge seemed appealing. It was all remnants of things already eaten a couple times this week. The freezer is too full and disorganized to even explore. The solution was a box mix from the cabinet that required boiled water and cooking for nine brief minutes while I sat on the couch. It was only after it was dumped in the pan that I realized it wasn’t shells in a creamy sauce, it was shells in a cheese sauce, so basically it was mac and cheese. Again. 

The texture was good, but the cheese was very mild and there was a weird flavor, probably from the mushrooms that were allegedly in the mix, which were not visible to the naked eye, although rather prominent in the picture on the box. It wasn’t great, but it also wasn’t horrible and I was hungry and tired, so I ate most of it and saved the rest. If nothing else, it will find its way into a soup this weekend. True adulting.

And now it's officially the weekend, which means time will fly by. That is one of the cruel facts of life and time for the working folks.