“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 641 (Friday)

After being sick on Thursday, I woke up Friday feeling completely rejuvenated. Risen from the dead. It was as if the previous 24 hours hadn’t happened, and considering that I slept through most of them, they kind of didn’t happen. Not to me anyway. 

There was mild fear and trepidation about opening the work inbox this morning, but after a deep breath it was opened. There were 75 unread emails in the inbox, plus another bunch of emails that are directed to specific folders of generally not urgent subscription service messages. All in all, it could have been a lot worse. It felt like dodging a bullet.

It was pretty much just another day, which was a bit disappointing after feeling dead the day before. Perhaps resurrection is not all it's cracked up to be. Let's discuss. 

Things were crossed off the project list. Other things made me mutter “What in the actual f#ck?” Multiple times. Mostly about the same project, and out loud because I was working from home. Winston was let out. And in. And out. And in. He is as adorable as ever. The new list for next week was drafted.

Tasted like a whole lot of blah.

The day was tolerable, but supper was just a notch above disappointing. The idea was solid – cheese ravioli with a cream and tomato sauce with onion, mushroom, and shrimp. The execution was blah. The sauce was more like a crappy version of off-brand tomato soup. There are no sweets in the house to remove the supper memory from my mouth, a deliberate decision that is now causing deep regret. If I want something fun to eat, I’ll need to bust out the bakeware and get busy. Maybe tomorrow. 

The evening’s occupation is cabernet sauvignon and flipping through the Xfinity guide, Netflix, and Prime, muttering “What in the actual f#ck?” while seeing the extensive listings of junk already seen and those there is no interest in seeing. It will be nice to see the year 2022 on a show and know the show hasn’t been viewed yet. For a month or two, anyway. Watch one dumb show on Netflix and even if you hated it, suggestions henceforth are based on “because you watched XYZ.” Lucky, lucky me, I watched a couple stupid romantic comedies and some murder shows, and now the suggestions are loaded with both. Where are the comedies? Maybe it’s time to bust out another jigsaw puzzle. Maybe tomorrow, you know, while the delicious treats are baking. Dang, I love a plan.