“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 785 (Tuesday) – juggling and digging in

Tuesday saw some changeups. Instead of the regularly scheduled remote day, it was an office day to help greet and direct guests who arrived for annual meeting in the morning, which required being at work even earlier than usual. Winston had me up at 2:30 a.m. for his newly annoyingly regular potty break, and at 5:30 I was up extra early for the day, and extra tired.

Back at the desk, the emails arrived at a steady and frantic pace for most of the day. Multiple projects were juggled all day and not always well. Half the time it felt like being in one of the nightmarish dodge ball games we were subjected to in elementary school gym class. Being able to focus on just one project for 30 continuous minutes is the current fantasy, having replaced former frivolous fantasies of spa massages and resort vacations. 

Being in the office for a second day this week had me thinking it was Wednesday, which was confusing and will likely be equally confusing again on the actual Wednesday actual office day.  Changes in routine used to be fun, but now they are just mostly disorienting.

More new books.

A trip was made to the book store where the book budget continues to be destroyed. There actually is no book budget, so the wallet is running headlong and blindly into trouble. Maybe the books can serve as resale items for part of the future retirement income stream.

The two books bought today, for the May and June book club meetings, plus the three bought a few weeks ago, and all the ones before that, are piling up. There is a smidge of guilt that accompanies seeing any one of the stacks. The second recurring fantasy, right behind being able to spend dedicated and focused time on a singular task at work, is having about a month to just lay around on a beach or in a hammock and read, free of the guilt that I should be doing something more productive like laundry or yardwork.

There was a yard task accomplished after a supper of Triscuits, pepperjack cheese, and pepperoni slices. The shovel was taken to the back yard and the Hosta was liberated from its crowded cohabitation situation with the iris clump. 

Hosta relocation program success.

A small chunk of the Hosta went to the back of the yard near the fence line and the bulk of the clump is now settled in the front yard near the rose bush, mostly because there was space and there was also no better plan. It was all in a day’s work. The night plan is to go to bed early and read. Maybe one of the two books in process on the night stand, maybe one of he new recent purchases. We’ll see. Or not.