Tag Archives: teleworking

News you can’t use.

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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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Required Dudley cuteness.

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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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When ya gotta go….

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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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How bored was I yesterday?

 

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.”

 

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Yes.

This is how far I’ve fallen.

And because I realize there might be a few other desperate house bound tiptoers out there?

Here.

Feel free to melt your brain as well.