“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 821 (Tuesday) – more of the same

The weather was sunny, the house thermostat claimed the house was 77 degrees, and despite wearing long sleeves, long pants, and shoes with socks, I was chilly. It was basically just another Tuesday remote work day. More of the same, really.

Winston is still boycotting his breakfast, but a few hours after it’s served, he gets around to it. Supper goes a bit easier, but not by much. This morning, he woke me up at 1:00 to go out and pee, and as I was still tossing, turning, and raging at still being awake at 3:00, he wanted to go downstairs to drink water. It was reminiscent of Moose’s old nocturnal patterns and I don't know if it's a coincidence or a sign of the beginning of the end.

700 days on the stats board.

There was a quick nap until waking again at 5:00, a quick toss/turn and another nap until the 6:15 alarm. I was exhausted when the alarm went off.  There was a zombie sleepwalk through the morning routine which required the extra large pot of morning coffee for basic functioning. All hail the magical, rejuvenating powers of daily caffeine and more of the same.

The Duolingo reminder this evening was to do a lesson to keep my 700-day streak going. The 700th consecutive day of Finnish lessons was last night and it didn’t even register enough for me to take a screen shot at the time and now the moment is gone. Is nothing special anymore? More of the same, really. 

Light supper.

About the only things that broke free of the more of the same rut today were the tomato, lettuce, cheese sandwich for supper and the load of laundry done after supper. There was zero interest in cooking, and not a lot to work with that wouldn't take multiple steps and the equivalent of forever to make.

Tuesday laundry was mostly spontaneous and unusual, but now the sheets are clean and fresh (and still in the dryer as I type), along with the cushion covers from the glider in the enclosed porch. It’s time to get the porch space set up for the season so I can begin the early summer “More of the same” morning porch reading until it’s too hot to do so.