45 seconds. I waffled over whether I should go with 45 or 42, but 45 seconds is the magic time to make an egg in the microwave. At least, in mine.

You're welcome and Merry Christmas.

Okay, when it comes to making my own food, I'm what the kids might call 'lazy af'. But when you surf the internet as often and idly as I do, you're bound to come up with something fascinating enough to try.

Eggcelent!

If you've got an egg, a big mug, a microwave and less than a minute, basically, you've got a party.

I just got through with the meal. The recommended 30 seconds turned out to not quite be enough time for a fully cooked egg. We've had this microwave a while, so maybe 45 seconds is the way to go next time.

Eating an egg by itself simply wouldn't do, so I had it with toast and Vienna sausage. The bits that actually cooked were very good; almost like the real thing.

Given that going out for breakfast (and eating in) is off the table for a long time, this sounds like a good enough substitute.

Okay, there were a few hiccups that precluded me from actually working at home Monday, but I figured it out today. It's, surprisingly, a very different experience. I don't have to go as far for things I want; if I want to plow through my pile of unheard CDs, who's gonna stop me? If I want to take a little longer than the scheduled break times, that's what's going down.

Shame I couldn't figure this out sooner.

Well, dog my cats. I figured out how to work from home. It took a lot of doing, but thanks to persistence (and the presence of Microsoft Edge on my dear old mom's computer), it was a snap.

For the next two weeks (the contract for the job ends on the 18th...presumably; it's possible I could be kept on beyond that, but nothing is concrete, even with this virus), I won't have to leave the house except for groceries and to satisfy food cravings. Living the dream.