Monday, Monday

For those of you who are no longer part of the Monday-Friday working world – Monday no longer functions as the “great divide” in which you slide downhill hoping that something stops your decent before you hit Wednesday and start crawling back uphill toward the weekend.  I don’t think it matters whether you drive to a factory, retail location, office, medical or legal location or work from your own cave complete with phone and computer – that clear demarcation between “time owned by someone else” and “time over which you can exert some control” really vanishes.

Since the Pandemic has faded from daily public consciousness but not from reality the last bit of outside control has functionally fled from my life. There are still some obvious limits, many provided by activities I choose (with set dates/times) or by George’s schedule since he rarely turns down an opportunity to become involved in yet another project/organization/board… but really – I am mostly identifying the day of the week by looking at the calendar.

If I look at the calendar, I can pretty much know the current location of family members. I certainly don’t need it to predict the every 2-3 hours nagging by the cat who is completely sure that he will STARVE to death if not given a small amount of kibble or Greenie treats.

All of this comes down to an extensive use of both alarm and calendar systems on my phone. The alarms are so that I don’t miss anything on my weird medication schedule and the calendar alerts are so that I don’t blow past something that I will regret having missed.  Maybe I can blame aging brain, although I would much rather blame the current addition of oral chemo 3/4 weeks each month. In any case, I will get my morning coffee, the cat will be fed, some stitching will happen AND if everyone is very lucky – I just might do some cleaning or laundry….

end result of cat helping himself to my yogurt. Lesson learned – do not leave unsupervised bowl on desk for even a minute.

Cottage Garden Samplings – The Cottage. 18%