“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 693 (Friday) - long day week

Winston - wake up machine and
model in a handknit sweater.

Winston delivered a 4:00 wake up “oof” this morning. He went outside, and then back inside and back to bed, which was followed by nearly two hours of tossing and turning. For me, not Winston. He curled up and went right back to sleep. I hate checking the time when I can’t sleep, and at the same time, I can’t seem to not do it. The phone showed 4:15. 4:45. 5:30. 5:50. Then there was the briefest of naps before it was 6:15, and the alarm signaled that it was time to get up and kickstart the day. Ugh. 

There was a shower and coffee and reading a few pages of the new book bought last night. It was a remote day, so there was no need for the usual predeparture preparations and it was straight to the computer. Login was earlier than an in-office day. Log off was later. And every minute in between the two was non-stop. There was barely time to breathe. It was a long day at the end of a long week.

Delivery dinner.

When work was done, there was no supper plan and no interest in cooking. That turned into a delivery from the local pizza and sub joint. After thinking about scallops all week, for some reason, the order evolved into a cheesesteak sub, Cowboy Bites with ranch dressing, and a cannolo. Even the wine was from a wine club delivery. Talk about getting all uppity and high-class with people bringing me things. Self-control was exercised. Only half the sub was eaten, and a few of the Cowboy Bites. 

The ranch dressing was missing from the Cowboy Bites and the cannolo filling was uncharacteristically thick and dry. It’s the second consecutive time the favorite delivery joint has not met their usual quality standard. A third strike and they may need to be moved out of the rotation, which isn’t really a rotation in the same way that one item isn’t quite a collection. 

After supper, a trip was made to the yard to fetch the snow shoes from the shed. With them sitting in the porch, use is more of an option than if they were still in the shed with the usual snow drift blown up against the door.

Dog sweaters in a row.

Doggy laundry was done. All the pee bands were washed. Winston wore a beautiful handknit sweater today and all the other sweaters were laundered. The industrial strength Velcro on the pee bands is practically impossible for mere mortals to separate. It was carefully closed on the bands before they went into the washer, but somehow, when they came out of the machine, the stuff was firmly stuck to the sweaters. 

And now it’s officially weekend snowstorm mode at the BungaLowell. Entertaining new book? Check. Food, snacks and cocoa mix? Check. Baking supplies? Check. Jigsaw puzzles? Check. Cleaning supplies? Check.  Binge watching has already kicked in strong with the The Woman in the House Across the Street from the Girl in the Window on Netflix. Maybe I'll stay up really late ... like, past 10:00. 

You’d think this was a week-long vacation instead of just the normal two-day weekend. If either day feels as long as any of the workdays this week, that would be swell. A long-day weekend would be a nice reward for the long-day week.