I have been forced out of my comfort zone, largely because I don’t HAVE a comfort zone right now, and it is a good and wonderful thing. I got up this morning (early this morning) to get online before one of my big weekly meetings, and I found that I couldn’t get online on my work laptop. My personal laptop was fine, my phones were fine (I almost typed “phine”), John’s computer was fine. My work laptop was good yesterday. Why not today? It has something to do with Comcast, and I’m going to have to call them, but I didn’t have time right then (meeting starting). And because of the meeting, I couldn’t dash out to Starbucks for more reliable internet.
I got through the meeting, but I was SO frustrated and wound up. And THEN we heard from the moving company, who said the truck will be here between 2 and 5pm on Tuesday, which is the latest time possible within the window they gave us. I’m SO glad we rushed across the country. That added anger to my frustration (and I sent them an email that hasn’t been replied to yet), and THEN I remembered my air card. That’s the solution to my work internet problem, and I feel like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. I still didn’t want to work another day in the house without furniture (First two days: sore butt from sitting on the floor. Third day: sore legs from standing at the kitchen counter all day.) and it was still too early for the library to be open, so I packed up my air card and my laptop and headed to the 5th Street Public Market area, just a few blocks away.
It’s a beautiful sunny day, right around 60 degrees, the people at the breakfast place make a really good decaf Americano, and I’m sitting out in the courtyard looking down over a splashing fountain with a chicken on it. I haven’t figured out the significance of the chicken yet. I can work here, and I can breathe again.
But I really want my stuff!