If you were with me this instant, the "date" would be sitting on a weathered picnic table eating 7-Eleven food outside a gas station next to a busy road and near a line of parked semis with their engines on.
It is nearly 90 and humid, but I am under a shade tree, there is a breeze, and I have a lovely view of green fields and mountains.
The sammich and apple fritter I just ate, from the 7 Eleven, were not that bad. Cool and fresh!
Now I need to drive home. On the back roads. My tanks are full!
Well, I have been working from home for 2 years due to the pandemic, and just made it permanent. Our office opened up but I opted to continue to work from home (after discovering nearly everybody else was going to be working from home permanently, too).
So I spend way too much time in my apartment. I do try and step out for lunch, though.
So on weekends I go for drives.
A week ago I took a week off and did it every day, and posted about it. Yet this week I had to work.
I did not like working from home at first, because I never wanted to associate home with work. I also missed the office cafeteria, the food court across the street, in-person meetings and training, and random unplanned socializing. I got so sick of having to make my own lunch. I had to when everything was closed, and kept doing it because going out to lunch where I live takes so long.
But I like not having to prepare (shower, shave, dress, commute, etc.). I like having a kitchen, bathroom, shower, and bed for breaks. And eventually I stopped caring how long it took to go out to lunch. F-it!
One perk of the new arrangement is I can live anywhere in the US. So next summer I may move to a warm desert. I hate winter and summer humidity.
