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Day 27: Four Full Weeks

Today marks four full weeks since I've started working from home full-time.  I am, unconditionally, grateful for having a job that makes this an option for me. And while I very clearly prefer have day-to-day interactions in person, I am grateful for all of the effort my colleagues and our leadership are putting in to keeping connected through these very difficult times.

It's clear that we all are facing the Distance with our own home and family situations, worries, and fears.  And our own mixes of skills and abilities and experiences and resources to marshal.  This is true every day, but it's front and center these days.  I deeply appreciate the strength and vulnerability of us all, and that is a lesson that I promise to hold on to when this season passes.

And today, there was also food.

Gyro, Almost
I love the big, fluffy pita that wraps a really good gyro.  But... we didn't have that. Trader Joe's has gyro meat in the fridge section, and I impulse bought it. For maximum flexibility, I went for Guerrero Flour Tortilla Caseras as a vehicle.  They are more pillowy than the average tortilla, and made a great substitution. You pan fry the gyro meat, like bacon, and it crisps up very nicely.  Served on the tortilla with tzatziki, diced onion, grape tomatoes, and shredded iceberg lettuce.  Definitely hit the spot!

More. Avocado. Toast.
Taking pictures makes me realize just how much avocado toast I'm eating, but man... it's so good.  For breakfast, it was accompanied by the grapefruit supremes in anise syrup I made over the weekend.  It was a nice bit of brightness in an otherwise drizzly morning.

Working Lunch
My afternoon was spent at a 4 hour training, and it started at noon, so lunch was at my desk.  I ate a frozen burrito and a banana with almond butter.  And drank a Coke Zero with a lime and ice cubes, which is a special treat made possible by the nice kitchen in my temporary newish office.  I won't show you a picture, because it wasn't that exciting.  But the dogwood trees blooming by the Capitol are.  I love this part of Spring, and am trying to get in some long walks (with plenty of spacing) to take advantage of it. 

Finally, a picture of the birthday cake... fluffy goodness, delivered to the birthday girl, with a 12-pack of seltzer as a special pandemic present.  With one grocery trip or less a week, they're dear as wine around here.  And that's saying something!

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