So I’m sitting in the kitchen nook right now with my laptop out and I “WAS” trying to read/edit a peer piece of work for next week’s reviews. I’ve read the same paragraph well over twenty times and haven’t gotten past it. Between the wife and kids, everything requires my help. “Dad, can you help me with this?” “Hun, can you help me with that?”

This morning I got up at 5:00 and snuck out the door by 5:25 to go on my walk with my laptop slung over my shoulder in my sling bag. I ended up at my local grocery store just as they opened and bought myself a banana, an apple fritter, and a Gatorade. I then found myself a quiet corner in their lounge area and began editing the above-mentioned chapter. I made good progress. Why…? It was because I was left the hell alone.

This Covid thing is going to be the death of me.

Now I know what you are thinking about going out and exposing myself and others with my “errand”. Well, it was first opening and I just sat in the corner by myself until 7:00, which was too early for the masses. And so I would have enough time in getting back and waking up the rest of the family at 7:30 to start their days. I’m mixed on the disease. Yes, I do believe in doing what is right. Right for the general public as well as what is needed to not end up becoming a mental basket case in the process.

I’m sorry but I can’t do stupid, at least not in year-long stretches. I mean when I worked downtown under Dwight Schrute, I still had my train time, an hour each way, where I could unplug myself amid the masses and drown myself into the fictional worlds on my laptop. That was one thing the bitch got wrong in trying to go to war with me. She couldn’t defeat me because she couldn’t monopolize all of my time as the rats (Requiring Attention Toddlers & Significant other) do around me here.

TIME OUT from my posting–>

F.U. Dwight

<– TIME IN again and back to my posting

Okay, where was I?

So far I’ve been interrupted at least ten times writing this piece out. Are can openers that difficult to use? Really? Is the fridge that hard to close behind yourself? Really?

Babies, that was where I left off.

Happiness is a choice. That was the book a peer tried getting me to read some years back when I was under the Dwight regime. As you might have been able to discern already, I never actually read it. It’s one of those things, that upon further reflection, I’ve already accepted that I am a goofy fun-loving person. The thing I lack most of all is time. Yes, that is a repeat of what I’ve said so many times before on this site but it still holds true and with each passing tick/tock, it becomes all that much more real. I am mortal and I don’t know how much more oil is in my engine. I think the most frustrating thing about my existence, besides being healthy, and having a loving family, and being relatively financially secure, is that my life is in the service of others.

I swear, if I could fire my time manager because of their CONSTANT INCOMPETENCE, I would.

EEK!

Tootles all 😛