This post from Tom and Lorenzo is not about the fashion. It’s all about the lead-in. And those are funny mental images. You don’t believe me? Ask Mark. He’ll back me up.
Randall Munroe of XKCD is awesome.
I would totally be more likely to read news articles about eating contests between elf-lords and river spirits.
I feel virtuous. I RAN to my polling place this morning and voted and then ran home. I exercised my rights as a citizen of this country while exercising. (John did, too.) I am proudly wearing my “I voted” sticker, which has so far managed to stay stuck to my sweater, so EVERYONE knows how citizenly and more-civic-minded-than-thou I feel today.
And with that, I think my period of insufferableness (insufferability?) needs to end. I’m tired, and I’d like to take a nap.
House update: Still on the market. No offers. We have another open house planned for Saturday (tomorrow). I bet John Stamos will stand us up again.
Dog update: Doing well. He had his third round of chemo yesterday morning. So far, so good.
Hair update: Still long, still brown.
It has come to my attention (again – this is something I realize anew every so often) that I could never be a vampire. After four days of nonstop rain (it started Wednesday night and didn’t stop until Sunday night) and constant gloominess, the sun came out on Monday, and I couldn’t have been happier. I could never live in a world where I never saw the sun. (Also, I don’t want to drink blood or be dead.) I don’t have to see the sun all day, or even every day, but four days in a row without it – that’s too much. I enjoy the rain, I like listening to it, I like falling asleep to it. I don’t particularly want to be out in it much (I got fairly well soaked running errands on Friday – I had to buy mulch in the rain – and then we did our yardwork on Sunday in a constant drizzle. Felt very British.), but it’s nice to look at, nice to be snuggled up warm and dry while frantically prepping your house for sale. And then came the sun. Monday was a perfect October day, all blue skies and leaves changing colors. Days like that make all that rain worth it.
May we please start over? I don’t know how we got 11 days in already. I don’t know where the previous 10 days have gone. Did you steal them from me? That’s rude – of course you didn’t. Do you know where they went? Maybe I just misplaced them and you saw where I put them. Would you help me get them back? Even though I’m not in school, and the beginning of September doesn’t really mean an end to freedom like it used to, I still feel like summer is rushing to a close. I didn’t get a chance to enjoy it. I don’t mean to say I haven’t enjoyed many days over the last two months, but it hasn’t felt like summer. I can have the kinds of days I’ve enjoyed any time of year (almost). I would like to take the opportunity to notice and behave as if it’s summer now, if you don’t mind. Of course, it’s Sunday evening, so I won’t get very far before I have to go to bed and start the work week tomorrow, but I promise to do my best for the rest of the month. I need to get outside more, appreciate the warmth and sun more. I can do that. It would be helpful if you could keep the rain to a minimum, or at least keep it to the overnight hours, but I understand if that’s too difficult. Regardless, I will try to remember that even though I don’t get a real summer vacation, I can still celebrate summer for a couple of hours every day (and maybe at lunchtime) and every weekend. I promise.
P.S. I really do apologize for accusing you of stealing days from me. It just slipped out. I know you’d never do that. Forgive me?
I saw an oddly shaped cloud on my way home from work today. It looked kind of like a wolf or a coyote with its head thrown back, like it was howling at the moon, except it looked nothing like a wolf or a coyote and an awful lot like an alpaca. An alpaca howling at the moon. Made up of clouds. Too bad I was driving. A picture would have been awesome, even though it probably wouldn’t have looked anything like an alpaca howling at the moon.
*Howling Alpacas is the name of my next band.
I think my yoga instructor played music from The Neverending Story tonight. Okay, she didn’t, but the music shedid play reminded me of Atreyu galloping across the plains and flying through the sky on the luck dragon. That movie is never going to leave me alone.
I want a brownie. Ooh, rice pudding. Hey, can you say ADD? I have the attention span of a gnat. A gnat with ADD. Who drinks a lot of caffeine. Except I’m tired. I don’t want caffeine. I don’t even want to read. I just want to sleep. Why is rice pudding so good?
- John has been really sick all week. I think he’s starting to get better, but he’s still miserable.
- Book club tonight went well. There were only six of us, but I think that was okay. We had a good time.
- It has been a CRAZY week. Like, crazy came to visit, snooped through my medicine cabinets, and then rearranged all the drawers in the kitchen. I can’t tell up from down.
- I didn’t finish my book club book (the one I picked) until an hour before book club started. I’ve been too busy to read, but I had to have the book finished before people came over. I mean, I picked it. Failure was not an option.
- Not having the house cleaned, not having the book read, not having enough time during the work day to think, and not having John to help (because he’s been so sick – not his fault) has made this week super stressful.
- When I tried to log in to this site about an hour ago, I couldn’t do it. Kept screwing up the password. Lots of times. Might have had a bit too much wine. At least now I’ve picked up, washed some dishes, and I’m a little soberer (more sober is probably the right way to say that, but I’m in no condition to really tell) now. Soberer enough to find where I store my passwords and make sure I can log in. And here I am.
- I have no idea what I’m going to read next. I’ve been so stressed out about finding time to finish my book club book that I haven’t put any thought into what’s next. Probably something I own already. Whatever it is, I don’t need to decide tonight since I’m going right to bed. And tomorrow I have a shopping day planned with Emily and then we’re going to dinner and then the ballet, so there won’t be any time for reading. Maybe Sunday.
- I don’t understand why I’m still awake. I haven’t had an uninterrupted night’s sleep since Sunday night. I keep expecting to crash, and it keeps not happening. Now I’m really dreading it. Maybe I should make Emily drive tomorrow. Whoops. Today. It’s officially Saturday now.
- I hope I don’t fall asleep during the ballet.
There’s a new pope, and I don’t really care, but I did think this description (from a reporter I heard on the radio) of how he was going to spend his time in those first couple of days was telling: “The new pope will have some time to himself. He’ll use it to pray, meditate, talk to himself…” Yeah, I imagine he’ll be talking to himself a lot.
It’s Sunday afternoon, and I should probably be doing something useful to prepare for book club this Friday (like plan the appetizers or iron the new curtains – can I get away without doing that?), but I don’t want to. I want to play on the internet and read my book. Especially now that I’ve just spent entirely too much time looking for a tablecloth that will fit our dining room table once the extension is in. Tablecloths are not that exciting. Not like curtains.
Is anyone else disappointed every time you’re confronted with a picture of Bob Woodward? He should look like Robert Redford. Gets me every time.
So does this guy.
I counted two (TWO!) Doctor Who jokes.
For reasons I don’t remember anymore, I checked Netflix the other day to see if Babe: Pig in the City is available for streaming. These were the first two results of my search:
What on earth is there about Captain America that would cause it to come up in a search for Babe?
I got online to post about the awesome places to live I’ve been dreaming about on Desire to Inspire, and then I realized I did that the other day. So…yeah.
Going to a one-year-old’s birthday party today took all of the energy I had. I’m home, sitting on the couch, watching Geek & Sundry videos, and I just poured a second glass of wine I don’t particularly like anymore. I think I’m over the Cupcake Sauvignon Blanc, for those keeping track at home. I thought I was over it, then I enjoyed a couple of glasses of it a few weeks ago, and now that I’m finishing the bottle, I’m over it again. And yet I’m still drinking it. It would be wasteful to just throw it out. Right? Also, it would take too much energy to open a different bottle. Also also, the only other bottle chilled right now is super big, and I just don’t think it makes sense to open a super big bottle just for me. Not at the end of a weekend, anyway. Also also also, if I put another bottle in the fridge (or freezer) to chill, I’ll have to wait for it. And I’d have to get up and do it. And have I mentioned that I have no energy? I think I’m going to work on my puzzle.
I can’t multi-task anymore. I probably never could, but it didn’t used to be so obvious. If my brain isn’t ready for, oh, let’s say…work, then work isn’t going to happen. But when I’ve flipped the work switch to ON (and all connections have been made – no shorts here), then work is all I can do. It’s all I can do, it’s all I can think about, and it’s all I can talk about. It’s really annoying. It’s fine during the workday, of course, but REALLY not okay once I’m home. I don’t have that kind of job. And look what I’m doing right now! Stop it.
Hey, brisket sandwiches! Are a wonderful thing. I had one for lunch. And we’re having leftover non-Mexican chicken corn chowder for dinner. Because it turned out pretty yummy.
My favorite people are the ones who danced with the guy. I think I’d be one of them.
This is fantastic. Question: could it really be the cat’s first experience with snow? How did the cameraperson know to be ready?
Me to John as he was leaving for his boxing class Wednesday morning (I had to leave early to get to DC): “Kiss me now because if my car starts, I’ll be gone when you get back.”
John to me: “Sounds like a country song.”
Also a true story: I tried lots of different ways of punctuating what I said. I’m not sure I like where I ended up.
As you all know (because I’m nothing if not
repetitive consistent), I get coffee from Starbucks on mornings I go to DC. I just get a tall, so it’s long gone by the time I pull into the garage, and I always have an empty cup to throw away on my way to the elevator. The other morning, I was carrying it upright, as though it still had coffee in it, and I was reminded of how obvious it is on TV when actors are clearly carrying empty coffee cups. How hard is it to fill a cup with water? It would look so much more realistic. But it does give me the opportunity to pretend I’m an actor who’s pretending to drink coffee for the 30 seconds it takes me to get to a trash can.
Miserable at home today*, but at least it’s drizzly and icky outside, too. Better to have the outside match the inside today. After I stopped working, I rushed for the internet looking for fun distractions. I was disappointed. I managed to spend several hours being distracted, but nothing stuck out as wonderfully fun today. I might not be in the right mood. I am in the mood for a fig newton, though. Hey, I might be hungry again. It’s amazing how much I don’t feel like eating much when I can’t taste anything. Anyway, the internet failed me this evening, and I just don’t know if I can forgive it. Also, I don’t know if I can continue making sense under the influence of cold medicine. I was about to wax rhapsodic about Stanley Tucci.
*Today was better than yesterday – I’m definitely improving.