It has been a bit of a week. TGIF.

by chuckofish

Well, good Friday to you. I will admit that I do not have much for you. I have been continuing the (hard) work of unpacking and making decisions about where things go. I’ve also been attempting to get my work-from-home-work setup functioning. I could not get my dual monitors to work and the IT department just kept sending me home with new equipment. Well, today, I finally figured out that it was not the equipment (duh), it was the monitor settings. Now everything is working and it is quite a luxury to have an office for working from home. We’ve come a long way from the dining room table, baby.

I also ordered some hanging files and organized all of my documents related to taxes, health insurance, credit cards, and utilities in the file cabinet drawer in the desk I absconded with (was given) from my parents’ house. It is quelle nice and I feel so much more relaxed having it all organized. Cue Jonathan Winters.

Also, I cut my grass today. Nothing makes me feel more accomplished than cutting my grass. Except maybe remembering to take my trash and recycling out the night before trash day. These things bring me joy.

Over the weekend, we had several evening thunderstorms, prompting this special alert from the KMOV weather app. Spoiler alert, my house was NOT struck by lightning. And neither were any of my neighbors.

Mr. Smith was unperturbed by the storm. This week, he started aggressive training at Kennelwood. It basically sending him to a fancy daycare where he learns his colors but for dogs that means being a good boy and not jumping on people and eating trash. The price is about the same too. [eyeroll]

So, yes, I now have to drop off and pick up my DOG before and after work. I just love driving into the City when I don’t have to (ie on my work from home days). But hopefully, it’ll be worth it.

Finally, because I have so few pictures this week, I thought I’d close with this. Inquiring minds want to know. Which car are you? It’s so hard to choose. I’m probably the mouse in the pickle. Let’s be real, I’m the pig in the corn cob.