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.
I had a strange conversation with a coworker in the car on the way to DC today.
Him: Have you seen that new Sherlock show on BBC? Isn’t it great?
Me: Yeah, I love it. Benedict Cumberbatch is fantastic. Did you know he’s the voice of Smaug in the new Hobbit movie? The dragon?
Him: Really? That’s cool. But that hobbit guy looks really weird.
Silence from me for a few seconds.
Me: You know, the guy who plays Bilbo Baggins is Watson in that Sherlock series.
Him: …That’s the power of make-up, I guess.
I went on to list other things Martin Freeman has been in, but the only response I got was, “He’s the naked guy in Love Actually? I remember him!”
Today has been the longest day. At least three different times during the workday (and again just now), I was convinced it was Tuesday night (or possibly Wednesday). That much has happened since I woke up this morning (which, admittedly, was earlier than usual because it’s one of John’s boxing days – more on that later). Actually, not that much happened today that’s of interest to anyone I don’t work with, but it was a super busy day. And I got my year-end bonus. Yay me!
I’m trying to reconnect with whatever feelings of calm I found yesterday while I was getting my nails done. I went to my favorite place, and they were completely empty. I was the only customer and no one seemed to be in the mood to talk (which was fine with me). It was so peaceful, utterly quiet except the god-awful muzak they were playing (which I tuned out as much as possible), and now I have awesomely hot pink toes. However, I also have a rock band playing in my basement (for the first time in months), so peace and quiet are nowhere to be found. Instead, I will play online and watch adorable videos, like this one.
This is almost as good as the cat on the roomba.
Riley is going insane, I’m freezing to death, and I think I just heard “Gangnam Style” coming out of John’s office. The world is ending TONIGHT. Hug your loved ones and duck and cover. (Isn’t that what the Mayans said to do?)
Riley has been one uncontrollable bundle of annoying energy today. If he could focus that energy on keeping me warm, I could handle it, but instead he’s been bouncing off the walls while I sit at my computer and shiver. The thermostat says it’s 67 degrees in here. I don’t see how it could be. I’m so COLD.
[Pause while I wrap myself in a blanket. It's times like these when I wish I had a snuggie. Kind of.]
I look like a lizard. Like a salamander. Or maybe a newt. It’s awful. Apparently, I’ve found another antibiotic I’m allergic to. Sure, that’s only two now, but one of them is amoxicillin, and that rules out everything in the -cillin family, which I think includes penicillin. (So someday I’m going to die because I need medication I can’t take because I’m allergic to it. Yay for me.) At least with that one, the reaction I have isn’t visible to anyone. With this one (bactrim), I turn into a lizard. A lizard on fire. Ooh, like a salamander! (I knew there was a reason I went for that one.) Seriously, though, I look scary. The doctor said I shouldn’t exercise for a few days (because I shouldn’t sweat – weird, right?), so I’ll be fat and scary. Good combination. Too bad it didn’t happen right before Halloween instead of right after. Built-in costume.
Roxy is still wearing her lampshade, but she’s doing much better. We gave her a break from it for a lot of yesterday (because we were home and could watch her), and we only had to stop her from licking her paw a couple of times. I’ll probably be home with her a lot this week. I don’t want to go out in public like this, so I will most likely work from home. Today is a sick day. Morning with the doctor, home for now, another appointment this afternoon – too disjointed to be productive at work.
Man, if I have to look like a mutant (and I totally do), I should at least get some cool superpower.
Whoever designed the scotch tape dispenser was a genius. That hole in the middle is the only thing that allows you to wrap a present without help.
Hold down the fold in the wrapping paper with three fingers, index finger through the middle of the dispenser, grab the tape with the other hand. So simple. So brilliant.
I don’t really have anything else tonight, so I’ll leave you with this pearl of wisdom. (Make of it what you will.) A sparrow is no match for a hungry dragonbat.
I found my boots! And I’m never shopping again. Seriously, I am all shopped out. So back to yesterday’s trip to the Waterford Fair:
Pop quiz, Jess: What kind of chickens are these?
All I know is they were cute and fluffy and not at all phased by the crowds of people streaming by. This sheep wasn’t particularly bothered by people or dogs, now that I think about it. I guess the people of Waterford socialize their livestock.
Frosty the Puppy was terrified of the big bad sheep. They eventually went nose to nose, but then the puppy ran away.
It was cute. Because puppies. Also cute? Ducks getting into water for the first time ever.
Heard on the radio:
A bear has been seen in the vicinity of Christopher Street and Evergreen Lane and at the Bob Evans on Millwood.
Really? The bear went to Bob Evans? I thought the Cracker Barrel was more the bear’s style, but maybe he was branching out.
…that if I don’t drink coffee/tea/something with caffeine in it on the mornings I drive to DC that I will be struggling to stay awake by the time I get to the GW Parkway?
…that Riley doesn’t like it when John plays his guitar? He gets all nervous and whiny.
…that we’re putting off watching the 2nd season of Sherlock so we’ll still have it look forward to?
…and that we’re doing the same thing with Doctor Who because of how freakin’ long we have to wait between seasons? We’re two episodes into season 6 and afraid to watch any more.
…that we haven’t watched the Downton Abbey Christmas episode yet because it seemed weird to watch it when it’s nowhere near Christmastime?
…that once I start thinking about TV I really like I apparently can’t stop?
…that Roxy can tell time and is nudging me because she knows it’s time for her medicine?
I’d better stop before I reveal too much. I’ve gotta keep some secrets.