“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 801 (Thursday) – shaping up

Fresh morning drops.

This week, just like last week, is flying by at breakneck speed. It’s dizzying. At least there was some time before work began to breathe while pausing to notice the water drops on the leaves of the bleeding heart. Despite being split in half, the bleeding heart plant near the front steps is bushy and encroaching on the steps again.

And there is a ray of light on the calendar. First, is the upcoming Memorial Day holiday (six work days to go, but who is counting?). That will be followed by the rest of that week booked off for vacation time.

The vacation week plans are shaping up. Mom and I are planning a trip to the beach, and there are some antique shops we want to visit. As usual, it won’t be all fun and games (we all know how I roll by now). 

One day of vacation week is booking itself up with life maintenance stuff. The yearly physical, booked a year ago, is scheduled at an ungodly early hour. This will now be followed later that morning by an appointment at AAA to renew/upgrade my license to Real ID.

The AAA membership pays off in ways not realized when I was thinking in purely automotive terms with battery jumps and tows. It was definitely easier and more comfortable having my passport photo taken at the AAA office than in front of a window shade at some drugstore battery wall. And any opportunity to avoid the RMV is a blessing. So, thank you AAA. My only regret is that the physical isn’t at the office of my primary care practice that is located directly next door to AAA, but the office across town with the labs. Oh well.

The brain was so fried after work it couldn’t even process the concept of making supper. Luckily, it was the week for the 20% off a $30 order from the favorite local delivery joint, so it was a fried seafood platter delivery for the win. 

I am handsome and a good boy
but I do not like my food any more.

Bits of the haddock were mixed with Winnie’s food in an attempt to get him to eat. Unfortunately, it seems his very expensive food is the problem. He ate fresh sliced carrots and a French fry. This morning, mixed frozen vegetables and pumpkin were carefully removed from his breakfast. The breakfast kibble, moistened and bloated by the water from the heated frozen veggies and the pumpkin, sat in the bowl all day and was chucked at suppertime. 

It looks like I need to get another chicken carcass so I can make him some bone broth. That trick worked for an entire week a couple weeks ago. It appears the weekend plans are also shaping up. Yee haw.