“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 627 (Friday)

Too much coffee, too many Hershey Kisses, and by 1:22 (and holy hell, it was only 1:22) it felt like I was already into next Tuesday. Oy. This was an acknowledged possibility while getting the medium-sized cup of coffee shop coffee that is far superior in both taste and potency to the stuff made at home, but the dice were rolled and I went for it anyway. Note to self – the next time I'm inspired to top off the caffeine tank, don’t. Or get a small cup. Or a decaf.

Trying to dull the
 caffeine edges.

The extra morning coffee followed by the heap of chocolate were probably not the best decisions of the day, but they weren’t necessarily the worst, either. It all went one step further mid-afternoon with the consumption of a sparkling sweet apple cider. Double oy. It was a day with few dietary boundaries.

After work it was the usual dash home to tend to the diabetic dog in a diaper, and as usual, he was waiting for me at the top of the stairs on the landing outside the bedroom, wagging his tail and tapping his front paws. This daily greeting is charming, adorable, and always looked forward to. I don’t know why he waits at the top of the stairs for me, but it gives me time to take my coat off and put my bag down first, which is helpful.

A grilled cheese and Sam Adams Winter Ale were prepared, plated, and consumed in an attempt to dull the many jingly, jangly, ragged sugar and caffeine edges. Sleep might be elusive tonight. 

Not quite.

The four dining room chair covers delivered while I was at work. After supper, they were unpacked while envisioning the splendor that, in mere minutes, would be the revived dining room seating. The covers, which include colors from the rug, walls and drapes, were the perfect, low budget pick-me-up for the room. The clingy fabric would hug all the angles of the chairs and hide the fact that the leather has begun cracking. 

One was removed from the protective plastic pouch, and slipped onto a chair. Nope. Despite having measured and double-checked the measurements of every part of the seat and the chair back against the product description and the accompanying illustration, the covers don’t fit. There was no fitted hugging of the angle of seat back where it joins the seat. The fabric didn't quite extend all the way down the back. When slipped over the front edge of the seat, the fabric stretched into more of a drum head feature than a seat cover. Thank goodness for the ability to return things.  

There is still hope for the yet to be delivered, carefully selected kitchen chair covers. Those are from a different company, so there is a shred of hope that “project cover the cracked chairs” won’t be a complete flop. Maybe all the excess caffeine energy from the day's earlier misguided choices could be channeled to whip up some chair covers out of an old dance costume, some tights, and a tablecloth. Or not.