I had a two hour conference call this morning. And I honestly wasn’t looking forward to it, because two hours of anything is frankly just a lot, unless it’s two hours of wine tasting or two hours of floating in large inground pool while reading a book. But then it can go the other way — two hours of sleep just isn’t enough at all, unless it’s a mid-day nap and then I’m not going to be able to fall asleep at my normal bedtime…and now I’m off topic again.
So I had a two hour meeting today and I wasn’t looking forward to it because of the length of time, but also because I was charged with taking the minutes, which I absolutely hate doing. I’m always so anxious that I’ll mess up and miss something, or transpose a decimal point or a comma so the numbers we reported during the meeting will make absolutely no sense for anyone reading the minutes. It’s a very stressful situation for me and I know that I should just take a deep breath and let it go…I’m working on it.
The meeting went fine, thank goodness. And apparently this is what I was missing out on when I was shut in my home “office” for two hours furiously scribbling meeting minutes:
My husband decided that today was the day to defrost our kegerator! I guess that it’s a quarterly event, at least that’s what he told me today. Just look at all the stuff I am learning being stuck at home during this pandemic!
And check out the excellent swaddling job he did on our current keg:
How cute and tidy is that?!?! I get that he was trying to keep this keg cold while it was out of the fridge, but it just cracked me up.
I guess it was a good day — I survived my minute-taking meeting (although I now have to write up the actual minutes which has a whole other level of stress to it! I don’t even want to talk about it right now…) and our kegerator had been defrosted. And that means my husband is happy. With the keg, not my minute taking skills!
Notes from a Self Quarantine 