Weekend went well until the second half of Sunday when business required leaving the apartment, which itself impelled a more frightening action: getting dressed for the first time in three days. It was such a pleasant run until then.
Periodically I test my mettle as a hermit. I wonder if I have what it takes to spend days wandering the same rooms, breathing the same air, and avoiding direct sunlight.
The short answer to this and previous isolation experiments is that I can deal with holing up in the apartment a lot longer than friends and family will sanction. Gimme a stack of a books, a working computer and some frozen food and let me rip. That’s all I need. And maybe a Thermos of ice decaf coffee. OK, and some cheesy poofs. But that’s all I need. Really.
Oh, and my Blackberry. Speaking of which, check out the new office pet. A Scooby Doo Pinata. Ah, my very own Wilson.
Yep, everything is fine here. Just fine.
I need a few days of playing hermit! My “Wilson” is an Elmo.
Paulo, did you get your few days off? I think I’m upping my requirement to three weeks.
Rutreau, Raggy