7:30–Still in my pajamas. Dog not walked.
7:35–Decide to live-blog working from home, just to entertain myself.
7:40–Discover that my yahoo mail is not working on this old computer. Use this moment to give a shout-out to Coble, who has sent me an email I can’t reply to.
7:43–Animals already bored with my continued presense. They’ve gone back upstairs to bed.
7:51–I wonder if it hurts the cable box when the cat sleeps on top of it.
8:00–I think it’s just knowing that I can’t drive anywhere, but I’m already feeling a little stir-crazy. I wonder if I can hotwire one of the neighbor’s cars.
9:11–Time for a crazy story. So, once my dad told me he could turn me into a bird with a magic phrase. “O” he said. I repeated “O.” “Wah” he said and I repeated. “Ta” he said and I repeated. “Goo” He said and I repeated. “Siam.” Then he asked me to keep repeating it until I was a bird. O wah ta goo siam. And then he laughed and laughed and claimed he’d succeeded, leaving me all day to be “What? I’m not a bird.” and he’s all “That’s not what you said a second ago. I win.” And it took me all day to figure out what he meant.
9:56–Is it lunch yet?
10:52–Broke down and ate lunch. Laundry’s done, though, so score one for me.
11:30–Well, lunch is over. The house is empty of Reese’s peanut butter cups. The dog is empty of pee. Emails have all been replied to. Would it be wrong to take the dog for a walk?
12:03–Dog’s barking for no good reason. I’m now yelling at her for no good reason.
12:13–Why don’t the Spanish Literature people have blogs like the medieval literature people have blogs?
1:26–mUST LEAVE HOUSE FOR A LITTLE BIT. Sanity depENDS on it.
6:07–I suck at liveblogging working from home. But in my defense, my internet went out for a good part of the afternoon. And I got a little sunburnt taking my dog for a walk in this beautiful weather. Which I got to enjoy. Because I was outside for a while in it.
Also, I found a witch’s hat, which I must crochet as soon as I aquire some black wool yarn, so that I can wear it around my neighborhood while I walk the dog and when I garden to keep the sun off my face.
You’re jealous; I can tell. No one blames you.
I just have to modify the pattern to fit my big ole head.