Money Diary #6

Morning: I hear his alarm, check my phone, and see it's a bit past 7:30. He gets up around 8, gets dressed, and kisses me goodbye. I am on a big struggle bus this morning and don't want to leave the bed. I get up to grab my laptop from the living room and fall back into bed. Check email and complete an internal training. I had failed the training last week by one question, so I'm determined to pass it this time. I pass but barely so! I'm glad that the days of multiple choice questions are (mostly) behind me. Around 10, I realize that my laptop is running out of juice so I finally get up and migrate to the sofa. Turn on Netflix (The Big Day) and keep an eye out on email. Get an email that we're moving to meeting-free Fridays! I read a few blogs where folks are WFH, and one mentions how they wake up at 7:58 to turn on their laptop at 8. They haven't gotten up at 6 because of work-related reasons since March 12, 2020. Around 11:30, I finally get up, brush my teeth & Listerine, and get camera ready for my noon Zoom call. 

Afternoon: The call goes well, and it's my only meeting of the day. Keep an eye out on my inbox while Yummy Mummies plays in the background. Read the Australian and UK Money Diaries -- the international ones are always my favorite for some reason. One of them talks about their slower pace of work life, which is great to read about. Another one mentions reducing her workload, how she doesn't want to do pressure-filled engineering work anymore, and how she very intentionally doesn't volunteer now for high-profile work in order to reduce stress. Shower and then it's Mentalist time. I move my laptop to the bedroom as I don't have any meetings tomorrow and want to work from bed when I get up. If I could go back in time and tell myself 10 years ago that I'd be working in sweats from bed, it would've been beyond my dreams. 

Evening: He comes home with a ton of leftovers from his office potluck. A Crumbl cookie, two to-go containers of food, and then an entire crockpot of pasta. YUM, I can't wait for dinner! A friend from the old job texts a picture of us three years ago. And looking at the date, I see it was a couple of months before I met SO. If I could go back in time and tell myself three years ago that my life was about to change, I would've been screaming in joy. SO and I lie on the couch, watch Mentalist, and hold hands. I wish I could bottle this time up, it's literally my favorite thing in the world. He goes to the gym, and I switch to Friends. Once he's back, we have the leftovers from work -- I have glass noodles, a Kenyan samosa (yum), half an empanada (just so-so), and a mandazi (African donut, yum). Drink a glass of Coke Zero, watch The Crown, and bed around midnight.