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Husband is back to work, and back to work these days means teleworking from home. While I’m not exactly thrilled with this situation, Lord Dudley Mountcatten is ecstatic.
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He’s been a daddy’s boy from day one and simply tolerates me because I am the opener of the can.
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Having a home office with a cat in residence can be challenging.
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Reports and correspondence take a back seat when the royal feline says attention must be paid.
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Because I like to keep my friends informed.
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I beg to differ. Smelling like baby poop is a perfectly good reason to hate just about anything.
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Oh goodie. The spiders are not only on the march… they’re parachuting in!
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I have too many hot flashes to wear sweatpants these days…
So how about it teleworking bloggers? Any new super powers I should know about?
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An entire article was written on this subject, but I’ll try to break it down for you with a slightly less verbose version.
Wash potato.
Pierce potato.
Bake potato.
Now where’s my Pulitzer?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been assisting my husband while he teleworks since day one.
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And while my husband has broken him of the laying across the laptop habit, the office chair is still fair game.
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Birds are still a fascination and the laundry room remains a favorite perch.
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A few years ago we replaced most of the windows in our home but since Dudley took up residence, we’ve realized they are not at all cat friendly.
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The ridge in the middle makes reclining a tad uncomfortable and His Lordship is not above voicing his disapproval.
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Or trying various positions.
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Sometimes you just have to go. Which, when on the road during a global pandemic, can be a challenge.
Yesterday the husband had to physically enter his office for the first time since March to pick up some paperwork, so we took the scenic route which added a half hour to the hour long drive. The sun was shining, the leaves were turning…. life was good. Until those 2 large glasses of iced tea I had with lunch kicked in.
I don’t know what’s it like in your part if the world, but here in Maine a lot of the convenience stores, gas stations and fast food places have closed their rest rooms to customers for fear of spreading the virus.
It took us 4 stops to find a Burger King that welcomed people with full bladders. And by the look of the pictures on the doors? I wasn’t the only one in dire need.
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Because I’m still trying to laugh.
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This just keeps getting worse and worse.
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Teleworking…. everyone is doing it.
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It’s here and we have to deal with it. Might as well mellow out if you can.
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They weren’t.
They definitely weren’t.
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Yes, please.
And maybe into 2022 just to be safe.
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Tiptoeing around the house quietly while the husband is teleworking is not my forte, so I tried to find something sedentary and silent to do as not to disturb his process.
Yesterday this involved scrolling through a news feed on my phone.
Sick to death (no pun intended!) of the current global health crisis, I found myself reading an article called “Jason Bateman deserves to be taken seriously.”
Yes.
This is how far I’ve fallen.
And because I realize there might be a few other desperate house bound tiptoers out there?
Feel free to melt your brain as well.
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