Yes, especially during February (I get tired of the cold by then).

Being able to work from home makes me feel like I'm living in the aughts.

My legs are seriously sore, but being outside and walking so much was really nice, so I am going to really try to motivate for walking either at lunch or once I get home.

I do. I'm afraid of unleashing it on the world.

Excellent. It's not science unless you take notes.

This would save me from two hours of commuting each day, so I say, "Yay!"

Total yay, especially in the depths of winter.

Ugh, Monday. You are the worst. I thought about calling in sick, but there's too much to do and I'd be stuck listening to loud construction noises all day if I did.

I decided yesterday to preemptively call in sick so I wouldn't be tempted to force myself to go into the office this morning. Which was the right call, but now I am working from home instead of napping, which will probably seem like a better call tomorrow but is kind of a drag right now.

Being able to work from home makes me feel like I'm living in the aughts.

You might be able to get them to cover your phone/internet as well.

My god, I do not have the patience for the Northeasterner tendency to argue every step of the way. "It's broken, why is it broken! Why did your people break this? Did you know it was broken? It wasn't broken this morning! What did you do!" Fucking drama queens. Nothing puts my temper to the breaking point like people for whom everything has to be accompanied by outrage and exclamation points.

The aggressive ignorance of Texans (yes, that's a probably unfounded stereotype, but I own it) is just annoying, but it does not trigger rage like the ones--most often Northeasterners--who attack first and always. And I'm a born Northeasterner! Unless rural western Pennsylvanians are different.

I think I have successfully swapped my old modem for the new one, and remaining work-work can wait until tomorrow. That's probably all I'm getting done today.

Good luck with dropping the commute, tommyrot!

Other than popcorn not appealing to me at all right now, Hec's crack!corn sounds pretty good. Maybe I can find something else to through those flavors on to...

Started email convo with Mac's math teacher. Always fun to try and get across the sentiment that yes he is a great kid, but just to let you know he will lie to you and me as long as you let him slide. She had no entered any zeros in for his homework until the end of the six weeks so I did not catch his failing until then WHEN IT IS TOO LATE TO FIX! Jesusita chica, give parents info to work with.

I've been trying to troubleshoot my mother's new mobility scooter, through phone calls and text messages to my mother (who is at home, but not on the same level of the house as the scooter, and her back is hurting so she can't go down the stairs to where the scooter is) and my father (who is at work, and who allegedly read the instruction manual and tried to assemble the scooter yesterday.) According to my dad, the scooter is much too heavy for even one healthy person to lift, and is certainly too heavy and unwieldy for my mom to lift to get it into and out of the car. According to my mom, the salesman said that she could lift it in and out of the car herself. So my dad said that the salesman must be a liar, then.

Actual solution: the piece that my dad said is too heavy to lift? Release a lever on it, and it splits into two pieces, which are smaller and lighter and liftable. It took me about 10 minutes of reading the manual to figure this out. My dad, who claims to have read the manual, had no clue that the pieces could separate. So he says that he'll look at it again when he gets home from work. (Knowing him, this means he will not look at the manual, but will look at the scooter and try to figure out how to separate the pieces, and will probably end up breaking something.)

This is why my mother has not let my father assemble anything without my supervision since the time I was about 10.

Equipment salespeople lie like rugs, sad but true.