Breakfast time…he’s rummaging noisily down in the kitchen…something involving a can of Spam, a jar of Cheese Whiz and a bag of Goya crackers. The food adventure is happening downstairs right now. I can’t. I just can’t.
I’m upstairs with a big old mug of strong coffee. My goals are small today. Today will NOT be the first day I show up to a Zoom meeting in my bathrobe. I will not show up to my meeting in my bathrobe. I will not.
‘Do you want any of this ham?’ he yells up the stairs. I shake my head, even though he can’t see me doing this. I return the yell, ‘It’s not ham. It’s Spam and I’m afraid of it!’ I don’t know if I actually say the second part about being afraid out loud.
He bellows, ‘Ok, okay. I know where I stand!’ I just can’t. I give myself a once over check. Yes, I am dressed. Goal met…
The computer blinks on…
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