“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 948 (Friday) – lounging neglect

Baked sweet potato.
apple, and sausage.

Today’s vacation day kitchen adventure involved sweet potato, apple, and hot Italian sausage. There were sliced and layered with red hot pepper flakes and cinnamon, and baked for a half hour. During the bake time, I was suddenly hungry. Immediately, can’t wait 30 minutes for this thing to cook hungry. 

Thank goodness for soup season and the Reheat > Soup setting on the microwave. The entire starvation situation could have been avoided with breakfast, but for whatever reason, breakfast is often forgotten on non-work days. Routines really are the glue that holds my days together.

Once the baked thing was done baking, it went untouched. I wasn’t hungry after the soup, and then I forgot about it when nuking leftover rice, broccoli and brussels sprouts for a fast supper.

The North Central Mass tourism guide was consulted for inspiration for activities. None was found for a Friday. Facebook events were consulted. The Waze route to IKEA in Stoughton was plotted. Then, Netflix was turned on and scary shows were streamed. These can only be watched during daylight hours to increase the odds of sleeping at night. Vacation days seem to be waver between life maintenance and willful neglect. 

Meanwhile, over on the Canine Overlord side of the couch, Winston slept. The napping was interrupted by dozens of trips outside. There were times he went out to the front yard then barked to come inside just moments later. Then he would walk to the back door and bark to go out to the back yard. He played me with that stunt multiple times. 

Lounging.

Win ate only half his breakfast today, so it was surprising he had the energy to run me ragged with his in and out antics. After several days of good eating, he seems to be back in another cycle of not eating his food. Sometimes he finishes breakfast during the day, but today, it was 5:00 before he was interested in it again. 

Winston's evening naps took place on the floor. There were session on the rug and others where he draped himself casually across his bed, which he skillfully turns inside out, kind of like how I sometimes feel dealing with the shenanigans.