Hey everyone, buckle up, because this week has been a rollercoaster of minor inconveniences and moments where I question my own coordination (or lack thereof). Let’s dive in!
My week started with an early morning trek to West Haven. I had a blog-fixing appointment with my web guy at 10 AM, but first, I needed to hit the ATM. Of course, the lady before me managed to anger the ATM gods, and it decided to devour her card. After a five-minute staring contest with a rebooting machine, I decided to try another branch. Success! Cash in hand, I made it to Estate House Coffee (shoutout to Jason for the amazing coffee!) and spent a productive hour with my web guru. Sadly, a personal emergency of his cut our session short, but I juggled my schedule and managed to see everyone I needed to, making it home by 4 PM. All in all, a pretty good day, right?
Samantha popped over for a visit that evening, and the next day was all about getting ready to sell the house. Dave met a potential buyer for his motorcycle trailer (who might also be interested in the house!), and our realtor, Betsy (who also helped us *buy* the house – talk about full circle!), came over to finalize the listing. She’s snapping photos on Friday, so wish us luck! In between all the real estate stuff, we managed to snag some delicious apple ice cream – a seasonal treat I can’t resist.
Now, let’s talk about my shoulder. Remember that injury? Yeah, the pain is a constant companion. The doctor prescribed anti-inflammatories, but I’m trying to limit them to avoid stomach issues. The downside? By day three, I’m in agony. Lifting anything is a struggle, and sometimes even the weight of my arm is too much. So, after a particularly rough day, I popped some meds and went to bed early.
Monday, I decided to indulge in a little “hurkle durkle” – a Scottish term for relaxing in bed after you’re awake. Sounds heavenly, right? Wrong. Dave decided to blast KC101 in the shower, effectively ending my peaceful morning. As if that wasn’t enough, I then discovered that Jared had left the fridge ajar (a recurring theme in our household). Despite the rocky start, the day actually went pretty well. At work we had double the usual number of new business inquiries, making the day fly by! After work, we got our grocery order, and I spent the evening sifting through old treasures in my office. It was a fun trip down memory lane!
Okay, folks, this is where things get *really* interesting. Tuesday started with me waking up late and skipping my shower. Bad move. I went outside for my coffee, and when I came back in, I discovered that Dave and Jared had left every light and the TV on. And Albus had… well, let’s just say he left a “present” on the bathroom floor. But the *pièce de résistance*? I dropped my phone in the toilet. Yes, you read that right. My phone is now warning me about moisture and telling me not to charge it. Fantastic!
Being the responsible worker that I am, I emailed Jamie right away, and then PMed the whole office to make sure they knew I’d be unable to answer the phones for 24 hours. I didn’t hear back, so I logged in by 9am, had some discussion about the issue, and decided to just head into the office after grabbing a quick shower.
I fired off a quick PM to Samantha, followed by a PM to Dave, both regarding walks for Albus. I ran into Samantha on her way over as I was heading out (not literally, although she was in the road). She told me Dave had reached her by phone and she was happy to take care of Albus for me. Whew!
I made it to work by 10am as promised, only to be met by a wall of work peeps blocking my access to our second floor office. They very kindly told me that they’d figured out a plan that did not involve me coming up the stairs into my office. It did involve me going home and installing an app on my laptop, with an assist from our CFO. It seemed like an awful lot of effort to avoid me coming up a flight of stairs, even if they are longer than average, but since everyone was insistent I had little choice but to yield and return home.
As if the tech gods weren’t already laughing at me, I decided to snack on a croissant and broke off a chunk of my back tooth! Seriously, what a day!
The only good thing to come out of it was my orthopedist follow up that afternoon, and it actually went well. For those wondering, now that I’m able, I took the stairs rather than the super sketchy elevator. “Keep doing what you’re doing, and come back in six weeks,” the doctor said. Huzzah! Finally, a win!
The day ended on a much better note with a nice dinner with Dave and a quiet evening watching General Hospital.
So, there you have it: a week of ATM drama, shoulder pain, fridge alarms, toilet-diving phones, and rogue teeth. I’m hoping for a smoother week ahead, but with my track record, who knows what adventures await! Stay tuned!