The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Last night, Katy and I (sever times) : do you have anything to do for this morning?
Ben: no.
This morning, Ben : I have math and German stuff to finish for today.
Me : but you said last night that you didn’t have anything.
Ben : No!!!! I said so, but you ignored me, like you always do.
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Ben : I don’t understand how to do this
Me : trying to explain.
Ben : NO!!!! THAT’S NOT HOW WE DO IT!
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FML.
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Went to have a beer on the lakeside with Colin. Needed a good bitching session.
This cup of coffee shouldn’t be there. I have no recollection of putting it there. I must’ve done. But I will swear I don’t remember doing so.
This morning, I made myself a cup of coffee. I went to the bathroom. I came out of the bathroom and went back to the kitchen, but my cup wasn’t there where I left it. I looked around. Nothing. Go to the office/guest bedroom. It was on my desk.
So, for this to have happened, I had to have walked across the flat, gone in the office, put it on my desk, left my office and gone to the bathroom. Except I *do not* remember that sequence of event.
I know that walking through a doorway makes you forget things. That’s a documented, scientifically proven and studied phenomenon. Somehow I managed to do it twice in one go and erase the fact I went into a room, did something, and left.
Either that or the flat is haunted by a coffee-maid. Or the matrix glitch. Or I’m nuts.
Seven years ago, there was promotion of Pink Floyd’s back catalogue, and this robot was one of the eye-catching images created. Love it!!
In all of the covid fun and games in the last year, I’ve been working from home quite a bit. During the first lockdown last year, I was WFH 100%, then we started alternating one week at the office, one week home. Then when the second wave started to get worse, even on the weeks we were supposed to be at the office, we were asked to WFH for a few days in those weeks.
From the start of 2021, I’ve been WFH all the time, and that’s going to be like that until after Easter now, based on the latest directives. Work has actually been very supportive, giving us a small allowance to buy office furniture and supplies. The major downside to all of this is the loss of the sense of separation between work and home. In essence, my office was snack in my bedroom. Also it meant that Katy didn’t have any chance of getting any quiet space for herself. To try and counter this, we’ve moved the office into the guest bedroom. We’ll see how that works in the coming weeks.
