So, it’s been one of those days.
I decided that part of the reason I was so discombobulated was that both my schedule and my routine were completely whacked. So I set to finishing setting up the home office. Before today, I was working here and there and had stuff scattered everywhere. My sleep has been disturbed so I’ve been working at 4 a.m. and 2 a.m. and 7:17 a.m. All of this had to stop. So I decided, starting Monday, I will keep regular hours.
I gathered everything together and took it to my home office. The home office has been neglected for some time. The first order of business was to clear the desk. There wasn’t any room to work for all the flotsam and jetsam of my writing life. Then I had to hook up the big monitor to the tower. I’m too old to do spreadsheets on a small monitor. There was a cable compatibility problem. I had to cannibalize one monitor to get the type of cable I needed. It’s a good thing I have a closet full of computer equipment.
It’s also a bad thing. I think that’s where the chipmunk might have been, though I can’t be sure. The dogs were whining and carrying on so I took down the baby gate that keeps them out of my office. While I was busy with the cord problem, they were uncharacteristically quiet.
I should have known.
I turned around and almost stepped on a very dead, partly eviscerated chipmunk.
I don’t do dead things well.
After a necessary freak-out period, I went downstairs and got the dustpan to scoop up the poor little thing. I did. And then I put it in a garbage bag. I then went to wash my hands, but, silly me, I left the plastic bag on the floor. The dogs retrieved the chipmunk.
A chase ensued.
My nerves are shot. AND THEN I tried to hook up the printer. I won’t bore you, but it too was a comedy of errors but there was no loss of life involved.
I get the printer hooked up and discover it’s out of ink. Won’t print. I desperately need to print. I fired up the ‘puter and went to my go-to places for ink. Nobody can guarantee me delivery in a timely manner due to high demand. Apparently, I am not the only person who has a home printer out of ink.
After searching, I do find ink that might be here Monday. But might not. No guarantees due to high demand.
I have a high demand for some relief from this day. And I’m going to have it. Right now.
4 thoughts on “COVID-19: Day 14: Oh Good Grief”
A moment of quiet for the poor chipmunk ……
Hang in there. You may have to do a spoken-word piece about sheltering-in-place titled: “A Necessary Freak-out Period.”
You got this.
Yes. And chipmunks are just so damned cute when they’re not mutilated.
A Necessary Freak-out Period may be the title of my autobiography. It does tend to sum up my life.
I do have this. As mentioned previously, I’m in the runaway train phase of things. Nothing to do but keep on keeping on while strapped in.
I feel your pain. I stepped out the front door this morning to smell the lovely spring air, and stepped right on a dead something-or-other on the doormat. Fortunately I had my house shoes on, but eeeewwwww.
It is surprising to find what is in low supply these days. I NEVER thought powdered milk would be on that list.
Soldiering on as best we can.
I have a t-shirt that says “West Virginia No Place for Wimps” — that’s my motto.
I was astounded when I couldn’t get soy sauce. Soy sauce? There’s a run on soy sauce?