An Anti-Technology Day

So okay. It's one of those days. A day when everything I come in contact with shorts out, stalls, explodes, implodes, or otherwise goes kaput.

It started with the coffee pot. When I poured my morning java, I noticed it was lukewarm even though the pot was "on." I thought maybe the pot had slipped off the burner but no, an hour later when I returned for a refill, still lukewarm. 

Next came the printers. That's right, printers. We have three of them. All of which I managed to shut down in a 7-minute time frame. First "my" printer jammed and it's a doozy. I can't even begin to get the paper out of it. I abandoned it and sent my material to the upstairs printer. Only when I went to retrieve my one page printout, the printer was spewing out sheet after sheet of blank paper. 10 pages, 20, 50... it wouldn't stop. I checked my laptop and Blair's and neither of us showed anything in the que other than my 1 page job. Still the printer kept going. I switched it off and back on which stopped the paper spewing, but which also apparently disconnected the printer from the wi-fi, as it is no longer responding to print commands from my laptop.

On to printer number three which--oh, and here's a surprise--said it was having trouble connecting to my laptop. Uh-huh. I know when I'm screwed. I am not touching jack when it comes to technology for the rest of the day. All I can do is hope whatever static-electric charge flows through my body this morning is gone by tomorrow. Otherwise I fear for the lives of our TV, cordless phone, and waffle maker.

I'm just going to go huddle in a corner for the rest of the day with a pad of paper and glass of water for sustenance. I'll see all of you tomorrow (assuming I haven't blown the house up by accident).

Dena

Finally...Rain!

My trail run is rained out this morning and I'm not complaining in the least. We've again been in drought conditions and the hard, steady rain we've had for the last 14 hours is most welcome. Yesterday in the coffeehouse, I noticed I wasn't the only one pausing in my work to turn and stare out the windows at the thick, wet sheets coming down. Everyone looked cheerful as they gazed at the gray skies.

In fact, a day spent inside writing while I listen to rain fall on the roof and puddle outside sounds perfect. Right now it's a little before 6 am and I'm sitting in a darkened living room, typing and listening to the rain hit the tin chimney covers as well as bounce off the sidewalks. Lucy is circling around my feet (Play with me! Pet me! Feed me!) and Olivia is in hiding because we put her monthly flea medicine on her last night and it will take at least 24 hours for her to fully trust us again. We'll nab Lucy tonight but poor pudgy girl is easier to catch and not much of a challenge.

It's supposed to rain all week. Fingers crossed it happens.

We Now Return To Your Regularly Scheduled Life

It's Monday morning and I've got the radio tuned to my favorite station, a cup of decaf coffee in front of me, and cats winding about my ankles, threatening anarchy because it's been a least 7 minutes since I last paid them attention.

I'm back. No more working away from home. My schedule, my coffee, my laptop, my life. I'm VERY happy to sit down this AM and crank out some work. I LOVE working from home. I didn't realize quite how much until I spent last week filling in for a friend at his office. The people and work were great--I just missed my routine. The freedom to do what I want, when I want, in whatever time increments suit my mood. Spoiled? Yes, and oh-so-grateful for it.

And there is much to be done. Before I went to bed last night I wrote down a quick "reminder" list of what needs to take place today. I think I need to switch the decaf to the real stuff, pay for the cats to go to therapy and learn to cope, and hunker down with laser-like focus.

Sounds like a wonderful day to me. Hope your Monday is a great one!

Working is Good for the Waist

Here is an unforseen plus to my week of work... I'm eating next to nothing. At home, I'm a chronic snacker. Easy access to the fridge means noshing every 20-30 minutes. This week, however, I've eaten only my lunch on my lunch break. And haven't felt deprived in the least.

Which goes to show I'm eating at home out of habit, not need. Sure, there were a couple of times where I thought, "I could eat," but I drank some water and got back into the work and forgot about it. Drinking gobs of water, which is good. Helps with the runs on days like today when we'll be out in the hot sun.

I am, however, ready to spend an evening at home. I had a meeting Monday night and ran Tues-Thursday nights, not getting home until 8. Way too much time out and about for an introvert like me. The cats are freaked out, wondering where the h*** all the daily love and attention went. They've gone from pouting to pleading to slightly menacing at this point.

I've got LOADS of work to do this weekend. Pretty much plan to devote all day Saturday to work in the hopes of finding some free time to spend with Blair (and the cats) on Sunday. God willing, there is a thick newspaper, a snoozing cat, and a large pot of coffee to split with my husband in my future on Sunday.