“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 679 (Friday)

New footwear for
 indoors and out.

For most of the week, the work computer has run frustratingly slow. Like 1995 slow. Today it was even slower, which was extra annoying because patience had worn pretty thin. In celebration of closing the book on the annoying workweek and it being the Friday night of a long holiday weekend, there was a supper splurge. 

The $5 loyalty coupon was redeemed from the preferred pizza and seafood delivery joint, and the fried seafood platter was ordered. I wanted it last weekend, but the shop was closed. All week long, the idea of it grew until it became a near-obsessive situation. Each day crept one day closer to Friday and a seafood platter. It was ordered, and delivered 

Sadly, tonight's fried dinner was not as good as those in the past. Some of the clams were sandy. It was ordered extra crispy, and arrived super soggy. Edible, just not the experience that was remembered. There was still time for a bit of redemption with the always delicious cannolo. Yes, even though the menu called it a cannoli, that is plural, and technically, I got one, so it’s a cannolo. Google told me so.

After dining on the disappointingly soggy seafood, it was time to open the box that arrived from Easy Spirit via UPS with new footwear for both indoors and out. Cute cold weather boots and much needed slippers were ordered last weekend. The boots were on sale and were a case of Internet lust at first, second, and third sight and were the reason for multiple visits to the website before finally caving in and buying them. 

The slippers were an add-on item. New slippers have been needed since the last pair was laundered and donated to charity. They were too loose, and after skidding down the stairs in them twice and acquiring some massive eggplant colored bruises, they were christened “the death slippers” and retired. Over the past couple years, slip-on indoor shoes have served as slipper replacements, but have become beat to heck and are barely serviceable.

After carefully unpacking the goods, the beat-up indoor shoes were cast aside and the new slippers were slipped on. And … with my cozy and thick winter socks, I can’t actually get them on. They can be squeezed into with thinner socks, but thanks to my supremely high arches, they are not what could be called comfortable. More like torturous. I’m not even trying on the boots until tomorrow. For now, they are still full of potential and I can imagine they fit. Why ruin it now? 

Cure on a plate.

It was time for that cannolo. It’s a lot of pressure on a singular pastry, expecting it to cure a day, but it did the trick. It’s the best $2.50 cure for a week so far. That and doggy hugs, which are priceless. Wine is helping, too.