I’ve lost track of how many weeks we’ve been working from home now. The weeks are running together. Here in our little corner of the world they’re relaxing restrictions somewhat, but it hasn’t made much difference to us. We’re still not going out much. We’re certainly not going anywhere near our local shopping centre, which has been packed the last two weekends.
Time is whooshing by. So much so I didn’t realise until tonight that I had totally forgotten to post a blog last week.
It doesn’t bode well for leaving work and writing full-time, which I’d love to do one day. In my dreams. Right now I have a good job, it earns reasonable money, and I enjoy the work. What more can you ask? Except for more writing time. This job is full-on, and I find I am working late nights now more than ever.
Enough about work.
I told you a few weeks back about our ghost phone. It still rings, by the way. Now it’s been joined by the ghost doorbell.
That’s right. Now the doorbell is ringing, too.
It’s a wireless doorbell. The button, which has a small battery, is outside, but there are no wires to the chime. The battery for the doorbell button was flat, so we took it out to replace it. Then we realised we didn’t have another battery, so we left it off until we could buy one next time we went shopping.
While the battery was out, the doorbell started ringing at weird hours of the night and day. There’s never anyone there when we check, of course. And the ringer still doesn’t work.
Today we put a new battery in. We’ll see what happens now.