In which, with no end to the shutdown in sight, I am deemed essential for a day and go to work . . . . I present to you an annotated, photographic journey through my day.
Hard to get motivated. Work with no paycheck is just as hard -- harder, maybe -- than the furlough.
But the pupper needs his morning stroll....
Motivation.
Feeling a little bloaty in my suit post-holiday, post-vacay. Oof.
Traffic.
This is stressful. I feel like I have to get two weeks’ -- a month’s -- worth of work done in eight hours. I have over 700 email messages (you can’t get through them all in 15 minutes a day). I don’t know where to start. I guess I’ll just start with something.
Lunch.
4:30 pm -- I’ve finally read everything I need to read and sent every email I need to send. So I look out my window at Belo Park, as the sun begins to set.
I deserve chocolate.
Headed home.
Aaaaaand...traffic.
Picked up the pup from doggy daycare. Yes, that’s really how he sits in my car.
Aaahhh....
Aged white cheddaaaaaar, Matey.
My favorite boys watching a Beyblade cartoon. (It’s a show about tops -- special, powerful tops that the tops’ owners --trainers? -- battle with in arenas.) Boy: "How does he know about World Valtryak A4?!" Yeah. What? 🤷♀️ He likes it.
Bedtime.... Nighty-night, folks.
