driftwoodMonday? Yeah, the Monday after a 2-week vacation. This morning. A little after 7:00 AM. I was standing on the front porch returning from my 0-skunk-30 walk waging the mother of all battles with the lock on the front door. It’s a disco lock and it opens (most of the time) if you have your phone with you and touch it. Today? Not so much. But wait! I have a physical key too! Would. Not. Turn. One. Iota. Jiggle the door. Restart the phone. No luck. Called the GG in tears. He was already at work or close to it and I did NOT want to ask him to come all the way back across town to rescue a beautiful young baggy old damsel washerwoman in distress. Why oh why can’t I do this myself? And then, eventually, I tried turning the key one more time and got success. After that the disco lock worked too. Go figger. Next time I leave for more than a couple days, I think I will test the whole thing out the NIGHT I get home, i.e., BEFORE I am scrambling to get inside to get ready for work the next morning.

Not the most auspicious start to the day but things improved (after a fashion) after I got to work. I won’t go into all of the details (very boring for one thing) but I will just say that as soon as I opened my mouth to greet the Queen Bee, she noticed that I was *not* quite 100%. We all commiserated about getting sick on your vacation and apparently plenty of others at work were in sick bay while I was gone. Have I mentioned before how much I love the folks I work with and for? Class A folks all.

Most of the stuff that happened today is unblahggable, either because it involves work or just family-type stuff that falls into the category of I-can’t-blahg-about-that. Oh, nothing terribly exciting. At the end of the day, I was pretty darn tired albeit ambulatory but am seriously considering working from home tomorrow, so as not to spread my toxic waste substances any further into the world.

Love y’all,

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  1. Margaret Says:

    Still sick? The 93 degrees we have here today would bake that out of you. OMG, it’s hot. I’m so thankful for the portable A/C unit that Patt bought. It makes the downstairs bearable. Upstairs will be a different story.