“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 654 (Thursday)

It was quiet, peaceful, and productive at work. Yesterday’s frustration was but a fading memory. I love it when a fresh day erases an icky one like it never happened. There was a skeleton crew on the fourth floor and nobody was stressed out. There was even time for a few minutes of much needed, relaxed conversation. 

By the end of the day, I was really hungry and uninterested in this week’s soup offering. The drive home was occupied with imagining the dinner delivery possibilities. It started with Chinese food, then morphed to seafood or pizza or a Beyond Burger with fries. There was a coupon from my favorite pizza place in my email, good for 15% off a $30 order, which shifted the focus solely on their menu. Plus, they deliver really fast. 

When hunger sets in, focus is difficult, even when the focus is on what to eat. The order started as a Beyond Burger basket. Food items were added, removed, and re-added. The beloved Cowboy Bites were nowhere to be found in the current menu, which led to a trip through the past orders to see when I last had them. (It was December 4.)

Supper is served.

The Fried Ravioli was tempting. Seafood plates, both baked and fried were considered.  Surf and Turf received brief attention, but nowhere in the description or the options was there a clue as to what the “Turf” part was. Pizza, chips, cannoli, and baklava all found their ways in and out of the order. Orders were cleared and restarted. After a solid 45 minutes of hunger-fogged menu searching, order building and clearing nonsense, an order was finally placed. Considering I had been thinking about supper for a solid hour before leaving work, it felt like it took forever to make a decision. 

The final order leaned towards a sensible one that will provide several additional meals. A large Greek pizza, a large cheese pizza, and a bag of chips were ordered. Baklava and cannoli were eliminated, partly due to recent excessive holiday pastry consumption. Chips made the cut to hit the discount threshold.

The delivery time was projected for 7:15 to 7:25, but thanks to proximity, it arrived at 6:45. By 6:50, the pizza party for one was underway and I was dining under the attentive and twitching nose of the Canine Overlord Winston.

Dinner was divine – a slab of plain chees pizza and a slab of Greek. The Greek pizza was a bit messy to eat, with large slices of tomato and whole spinach leaves to fight through. A Sam Adams Winter Lager accompanied it all. An hour after eating, cannoli was on the brain. Dammit.

Now supper is over except for the wrapping and freezing of the many leftover slices, destined for future lunches and suppers. There will be no need to buy pizza again for a couple weeks. Maybe longer.