March

I find it quite apt that this was Mr. March in the Outlander calendar, because this is what quarantining has been like in the Faille/Huxley/Metchette household during March.

(Now I hasten to add that if your last name begins with F, this is a HUMOROUS post. Please react accordingly.)

(My last post was received with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.)

We are all at the end of our respective tethers as March draws to a close. Even the pets. The dog wanders restlessly through the rooms and barks at anything that moves. The cats hiss at each other and throw up. We humans do the human equivalent of hissing and barking at each other quite regularly. The only thing we're united in is watching the news at 7 pm every night. Counting the dead-and-dying together.

Tonight we're going to try to play a game with H &  J via Zoom or Skype or whatever... Perhaps this will help to put us into a more jovial mood. I certainly hope...

Today's complaint (reminder: to be taken HUMOROUSLY!) is about He-Who-Works-From-Home.

I have never - repeat, never - met anyone with a work ethic like Boyfriend, short of an Asian.

He's up at five o'clock every morning and downstairs online, working, by 6 am. Each and very day. Showered and dressed up, I might add. Gel in the hair and everything. Mr. Boyfriend is quite regular in his habits! He's what they call a self-starter. And a damn good one.

I have never been a self-starter. And this definitely rubs Boyfriend the wrong way. My new name, according to Boyfriend, is "Miss Retired Person." As in, retired from life, the universe, and everything! As in, "I can't pick that up/wash that/cook that" because I'm retired.

But I digress.

Mr. Boyfriend doesn't even take his two permitted-by-law fifteen minute breaks. (Remember, he's working from home!)

His lunch "hour" consists of coming upstairs, heating something in the microwave, and bringing it with him as he goes back downstairs to eat it at his desk...this is while Working From Home!

For the rest of the (sane) world, "working from home" is a euphemism for checking your work email every couple of hours and screwing the dog in the meantime.

Not so for Boyfriend. What he can find to do is beyond my ability to guess, but he's there plugging away for NINE hours a day, planning, learning, working working working...

And that in itself is admirable.

Ahem.

There is just this tiny (humorous!) fact that came out in today's lunch break conversation.

Boyfriend: There's cream cheese out on the counter.
Me: Oh yeah. Could you put it back in the fridge please?
Boyfriend: Love, I am WORKING. I'm on company time! (goes back downstairs.)
Me: *thinks murderous thoughts.

I appreciate that Boyfriend is keeping me fed and housed and all that...

But he's so insufferably self-righteous about it!
(See picture at top of blog!)