Sunday started with a familiar scene: me, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (okay, maybe just bright-eyed) trying to convince Dave that brunch was an *essential* activity for mental health. I’ve been feeling a bit stir-crazy all weekend, yearning for the outside world. Alas, my persuasive powers failed. So, armed with copious amounts of coffee, I decided to channel my cabin fever into writing and playing around with AI. I actually got a ton done and I’m really excited for this website to be fully functional… hopefully before the day is out!
Midday brought a small victory: confirmation that my email domain was finally created! But, as always, the tech gods weren’t entirely on my side. We kept hitting snags with the subscribe button. I eventually surrendered to the sunshine and spent the afternoon outside, leaving Dave to wrestle with the digital demons. Around 7 pm, I had to make the dreaded announcement on Facebook: technical difficulties were delaying the official launch. *sigh* The internet giveth, and the internet taketh away.
Monday morning dawned, and I managed to sneak out of bed a few minutes before Dave and our furry overlord, Albus. Albus, you see, had pulled the classic “I need to pee at 3 am” card, and then used his unparalleled cuteness to guilt Dave into letting him snuggle on the bed. I issued the standard warning about Albus becoming a pancake if I rolled over on him in my sleep, but of course, when I woke up, there he was, perfectly unharmed and radiating smug satisfaction.
Anyway, I’ve finally nailed down a morning routine that doesn’t require assistance and gets all my tasks done. So, I started my normal process, and wouldn’t you just know that I ran into an issue with the coffee. No, I didn’t injure myself, and this is minor, but I use truvia in my coffee instead of sugar, one packet per cup, and I was down to the last packet in my countertop holder. No problem, I thought. I bought an enormous box off Amazon when the supermarket was out of stock for three weeks straight, so I’ll just refill my holder and we’ll be good to go. Now the cabinet where I keep said box is a lower cabinet, and it’s stored there along with an assortment of oversize boxes of k cups, so it’s kind of a jenga of different size boxes. Dave had appeared and saw my predicament (digging through the lower cabinet with the wonky shoulder) and offered to help. Unfortunately he came up empty, meaning at some point a giant truvia box left the house through a room I never leave, but it somehow left without me seeing it. Just my luck! Off to Amazon, who happily will have it shipped to me for arrival tomorrow.
On the bright side, I’m making progress in my recovery! I no longer need the second walker, so we’re returning it to the church, along with the portable commode. I haven’t used that thing in weeks! Now that I’m clomping around the house in my boots sans walker, I just need one for overnight bathroom breaks when my boots are off. Dave sent a lovely thank you email on both our behalfs last night, and he packed everything into the truck for its return journey.
Since I didn’t have to start work until 1 pm, I spent the morning doing some serious writing, rewriting, and generally tidying up posts. I was so engrossed that I forgot to call and schedule physical therapy, which was probably a good thing because I hadn’t had a chance to discuss the logistics with Dave yet. My workday was productive, and I even finished the sample version of an AI project I volunteered for ahead of schedule. I’m genuinely excited about this project! I think it’s going to make my job easier and make my company look cutting-edge, which is always a good thing. It’s a total win-win, and I’m grateful they gave me the flexibility to pursue it.
After we figured out dinner, I launched another campaign to escape the confines of my living room. This time, I requested Dave to wheel me outside to a spot on the *left* of the walkway. Usually, I’m confined to the right due to the shade, but with the early evening sun, the world was my oyster (or, at least, my front yard was). I’d been trying unsuccessfully to get Dave to take me *out*, out, and was desperate for any location that wasn’t my living room.
And then, magic happened. As I sat there, enjoying the night air, I looked up and saw a rainbow *directly* over my house! Now, I’m not saying it’s a sign, but it definitely gave me some positive vibes. I caught up with a couple of friends on the phone before being wheeled back into my own personal Fortress of Solitude. Okay, okay, that was melodramatic, but to say I’m feeling the walls closing in would be an understatement. We watched some YouTube nonsense for a while before heading to bed.
On a final note: Dave ran the ionizer after we removed the tainted air conditioner, so the room no longer has that weird, but undiscernible-before-now, smell. Small victories, people, small victories.