It’s a jungle out there. I have neither mowed nor weed-whacked this year. Nary a weed, nary a blade. It’s a mess.
I have spoken with my supervisor, and we’ve agreed that I will be working mostly from home through the end of June. So my social-distancing will go on for a quite a bit longer. I confess I’ve grown weary of being alone 99% of the time — not counting the dogs and the cat who are going to be wild when I resume a normal schedule. They are enjoying this.
I’m enjoying it too other than the 99% alone part. I love my morning commute: I trundle out of bed, make my way to the coffee pot (which is on a timer) and pour a cup. This is usually at some gawdawful hour of the day, like 4:30 a.m. I dive into email — both work and personal. Around 6 a.m. or so, I have breakfast and then go take a quick snooze before starting my day in earnest at about 7:30 a.m. I usually lunch at the keyboard at about 11 a.m.
By 3 p.m., I’m down for another nap and up at 4 p.m. to check into email again and to check in with the boss. By that time of day, she’s hitting her stride, and there are things to tend to. I tend to them and then am pretty much done by 5 or 6 p.m., at which time I prepare dinner.
Weekends, I try to clean up the disarray of my constant presence at the keyboard and loathing of housecleaning. I’d like to add chair sitting to the repertoire — hence today’s resolution.
Lord knows the house is a flipping mess, but the weather is supposed to be glorious today, and I am resolved to begin the front yard project. I have high hopes.
I need to tame the weeds and free the rose bush, paint the Adirondack chair blue, and install the new bench my Best Daughter-in-Law in the Whole World provided for Mother’s Day.. I have 10 or so packages of mulch that have been stacked by the fence for a couple of years awaiting spreading. While I may not paint today, I do hope to get the mulch down. If I get that far, I will hang the nifty Kinsey sign and address stake. Woo Hoo. We’ll be high falutin’ then.
I also have plans to see my Sweet Baboo tonight. We haven’t been in the same room since February, and I miss him muchly. We’ve agreed that we’ve both socially isolated enough that neither is likely to be infected and we can get together. Hoo boy, I’m excited. I’m going to put on makeup and everything. It’s almost like a real date even if we’re just gonna hang out at his house.
This is my exciting life. It’s my life, and I love it. I worked hard to achieve this sense of contentment and satisfaction.