I like how yesterday my goal was to get you to ask each other about each other and instead it was everyone asking me stuff while I had one of the busiest work days ever. Nevertheless, I persisted.
That line never gets old.
I worked all day yesterday, as one does, then took a break and worked out for an hour with my sadistic trainer who did the workout better than I did even with a broken finger she had to have operated on. Did I tell you she broke her finger? Walking her dogs. And I don’t mean she was playing with a yo-yo. She literally was walking her dogs. They lunged at another dog and they are huge and Darn, that’s the end.
And what you want in a situation like that is me as your masochist. “So, where you having your surgery?” I asked her. “Covid Health, or … ?”
No one likes me.
Anyway, after my workout, which was my relaxing break, I sweatily came back to the “work area” [Narrator: Her work area is the couch] and did some more work.
I have this friend who does a Jacques Cousteau impression. He’d have the worst French accent you ever heard. French dressing has a better French accent than this guy. “By zeez time, my lungs where ayyyyyking for aire,” he’d say. That was his one Jacques Cousteau line. “By zeez time, my lungs where ayyyyyking for aire.”
I tell you this because it was the end of an intense day, and there’s another one coming up today, and when I finally shut that laptop down last night, by zeez time my lungs ware (I can’t quite capture the fake French accent of the word “were”) AAAAAYYYKING for wine. Oh, I wanted wine. Had there not been a pandemic out I’d have gone to the store. Where I could have caught The Virus and my lungs would be ayyyyking for aire.
I considered ordering some to be delivered but it just felt decadent to do that. So I toughed it out, because everyone’s all, June, stop being so tough. You don’t have to be no-nonsense ALL the time.
Anyway, I desired wine. Did not get any.
I did, however, get my nice camellia prints from Kit’s store. They’re nestled with my vintage paint-by-numbers magnolia. I’m quite pleased with them. Let me show you my whole flower wall here from my work space. [Narrator: Her workspace continued to be the couch.]
Do y’all have AirDrop? Now that I’ve got my work laptop here at home, I discovered that when I take a picture from my phone, it gives me the option to push “AirDrop,” and that photo bloops straight over here to this laptop.
Anyway here’s my whole wall of flowers, which I didn’t set out to do but now this is what’s happened. I apologize for that lamp being in the way. That lamp is the bane of my existence. I bought it in 2015 after my year abroad, and one of the lights just doesn’t work. It just doesn’t. Also, it whines. It constantly makes this terrible high-pitched sound that drives me berserk.
And it’s cumbersome.
Now that I’m, you know, enjoying more time at home, I realize what I want over next to the couch is a simple table/lamp combo, kind of like what I have on the other side of the room …
Anyway, if anyone has any table/lamp suggestions I would appreciate it. Also Edsel doesn’t feel well today. He has good days and bad, and he feels nauseated today. His stomach was roiling, I heard it, and then he went outside and ate grass for a long time. Also, he ate breakfast, but he hesitated first. Now he’s over there being Pitiful Pearl. I feel so terrible for him. I hate his bad days.
I know most people adore their aging dogs’ bad days, so it’s good I wrote from this unique perspective.
Crap, it’s 8:28 and I have to get started on working at work from my workspace.
[Narrator: Her work–SLAP]