My personal assistant is stretched out languidly on the desk, wrapped neatly around my keyboard, lazily reaching up with one paw to half-heartedly bat at my pen, but mostly battling the urge to doze off. When we eventually go back to the office, I am going to miss my cat working with me. Maybe I will just have to take him with me.
So far, working from home has agreed with me. No commute to work, plus freedom during the day, means I have finally fallen back into a regular workout routine. Closed restaurants and reluctance to go to the grocery store (or any store, or anywhere with people) means no eating out and snacking less.
The result at Saturday’s weigh-in? A loss of 1.5 pounds. I am happy with a loss, but I feel like I can do better than that. I told my husband, “This week my goal is two pounds.”
My husband is the best person to be locked in and self-isolating with. He is the toilet paper and hand sanitizer whisperer. He’s been able to round up whatever we need, even when I have visited half a dozen stores and couldn’t find it. Maybe he has covert links to the black market or something. Whatever it is, I sure appreciate his mad skills.
Over the weekend, my husband gave me a big smile and sweetly said, “There’s no one else I would rather go through a pandemic with.” I laughed and told him he should get a job with Hallmark…that is, if the suspected black market toilet paper thing doesn’t work out!
Sweat & Sparkle 