Hi. Today sucked. Story tomorrow. Tonight: shower, then bed. Possibly no stop for reading, even. That’s how much I want to be sleeping.
(We’re both okay, everyone we know is okay. Today’s suckiness is under control. It’s just sucky and, well, inconvenient. Took an okay day down the tubes.)
No. Uh uh. Not gonna do it.
Look, a puppy cam! Gosh, they’re cute. But now they’re napping.
Ooh! Donkey cam! That’s fun, but they’re not really doing anything.
Holy shit, penguin cam!
Maybe today’s not so bad after all. For those of you not into live-streaming animals, have some random adorable pictures from the internet instead:
You’re welcome.
I am going outside. I know – AGAIN. But it’s the first time today, so you know I’m not overdoing it. We wouldn’t want that.
I’m just going to sit in the backyard for a few minutes to read. The backyard that needs mowing and watering and weeding.
The front yard needs almost as much work, but I cleverly took a picture that shows the sidewalk and the neighbor’s yard up the street instead.
So…we’re here, mid-vacation. Posting may be spotty. I hope you’ll forgive me (and I’m sure you will because all five of you are lovely people) for missing a day here and there BECAUSE I’M ON VACATION!!!
YAYYYYYY!
Trader Joe’s sells good chocolate pudding. Just thought you should know.
Look who skipped two whole days of blogging and doesn’t feel (too) guilty about it! I’m growing. I had an eventful weekend, in the literal sense, and I will tell you all about it, but not tonight. Tonight, I am boiling eggs for tuna salad and enjoying leftover chicken corn chowder COLD with wheat thins. It makes a damn good dip. Then I’m going to bed early because I’m tired and I want to read before I collapse.
I am still in the market for a yoga class because last night’s class was not for me. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t terribly challenging, and this is coming from someone who hasn’t been to a yoga class in at LEAST a year and a half. It wasn’t that relaxing, either. They did actually say “om”, though. That’s a first for me.
The gym offers a couple of different yoga classes, so I’ll try one of those soon. Until then, I’ll ponder the mystery of the font color of my current book. It’s BLUE. Aside from kid’s books, I can’t remember ever seeing a printed book with text any color other than black. It’s weird.
I’ve known for a long time that I can’t listen to music with words when I’m working because I end up typing what I’m hearing (or singing along to) instead of, you know, work stuff. Apparently, this is also a problem when blogging. Or it could just be that I don’t have anything specific to say today, so I’m easily sidetracked. I was going to write something about Pokémon Go (I saw teenagers playing in the park today, I think), but that went nowhere, mostly because “I saw people playing it” is all I have to say, and then there was something about boiling eggs and having one explode in the pot every time, but really – where was I going with that? Nowhere, according to Regina Spektor, who was determined to have me type about breaking her heart instead of exploding eggs. It’s not all about you, Regina! Sometimes it’s about being unable to boil eggs correctly. I gotta go talk to Julia Child.
All I could think about during my workout today was food. All the food. This is not a good sign.
Went out to breakfast, shopped at Target (bought 5 striped shirts – no solids for me!), and read an entire book at the library while waiting for John to finish browsing. Came home, read some more, had dinner, watched TV, and I’m about to finish book #2. If I can’t have vacation, I’ll take more days like this one.
Some days I have ideas, some days I don’t. Today I had something half-baked about feeling inspired by Neil deGrasse Tyson to read The Martian and Saturn Run, both realistic science in space stories, and something even less than half-baked about not caring much about Spiderman because I couldn’t think of the name of the editor who’s always demanding pictures of Spiderman.
None of that is really anything, and that probably means I should just keep quiet for a day, but hey – I have to live inside my head. I might as well share some of it with you, even if it is less than thrilling. Heh. As if anything I write is thrilling.
John liked The Martian, I’m enjoying it right now, and Saturn Run was really good (thanks, Erik!). And….that’s all I got.
Yesterday, we got all caught up on our network shows, so last night, we finally started the last season of Mad Men. We’d forgotten what really good TV looks like.
I’d say more, but I just want to watch the next episode. Don’t hold me back!
John and I went for a walk the other day (the one I could barely walk back from), and I took a bunch of pictures of this really nice public rose garden. Today, though, I’m not showing you any roses. Sorry.
First this sort of sweet, sort of really strange bench. Does it want to hug you? Squeeze the life out of you? Feel you up inappropriately? Hard to say.
Then, this tree. It’s some sort of cherry tree that was planted in 1847, and now it needs cables to keep it together. No climbing allowed, sadly.
It was a really nice morning.
It’s SUCH a beautiful morning. I can almost forgive the constant dreams about work last night and the 40-degree temperature outside overnight and the sub-60-degree temperature in the house this morning because we haven’t had the heat on for over a week and the 5:45am alarm and the 6am start-work time in a cold house and the 6:30am conference call with no caffeine in a cold house because NOW (breathe here) the sun is out and the sky is blue and the grass is green and there are leaves on the trees and a neighbor’s cat just traipsed through our backyard and the heat is on and I’m warm and I’m awake.
Dinner and a movie for Valentine’s Day this year = Interstellar and vanilla milkshakes. Yum.
It’s been a long day (a good day, but a long one). I would like to add more words, but wording is not easy and therefore must not attempt trickle slurp crickets.
Weather.com is not reliable. This is not news. But still.
Oh, really? This is backed off from 100% rain from 9pm – 2am, which is what this ridiculous website has been saying all day. Why do I keep checking it?
Update: It rained. It rained steadily from about 5:30 through 9, for sure, and possibly longer. It had stopped by 1:30am. Stupid website.
When I sat down in front of my computer, not five minutes ago, I knew what I was going to write about. In those last five minutes, I have ordered Chinese food (because I have no willpower) and watched John fly his flying Batman around the room (Batman is wearing a harness with two horizontal propellers over his head). John is trying to get Batman to land on my head, and I am threatening bodily harm to him (John) if Batman’s proprellers get stuck in my hair. This is all happening RIGHT now, AS I’m typing, and I have NO idea what I planned to write about five minutes ago.
I hope it wasn’t something brilliant.
A thing happened to me online last night and today, and I’m super-excited about it (and a little overwhelmed), and I’ll write all about it tomorrow, I promise. Tonight, I’m drinking wine and watching Jessica Jones (which is SO great so far) and trying to get a little distance from the super-cool thing that happened last night.
(Mom, Dad, it’s a Twitter thing and you’re probably not going to be as excited about it as I am, but TRUST me – it’s cool.)
I was sitting at my desk in the early evening the other day. It was pretty dark out already. The overhead light was on (I don’t remember turning it on, but there it was), and my keyboard was in shadow. It was getting hard to see the keys. I have a desk lamp, and I reached over to turn it on. Nothing. It wasn’t plugged in. I wouldn’t even have to get up to do it, but I just…didn’t. Too much effort. Instead, I listened to this YouTube video, and I felt much better.
Still didn’t plug in the lamp.
Today, I had a waffle with spinach and goat cheese and strawberries and carmelized onions and some sort of balsamic reduction on top. It was SO GOOD. And I had lots of coffee and I had beer from a local brewery and we went to Hayward Field and stood on the track and it was a really nice day and did I mention I had lots of coffee?
Pictures later. Not of the coffee.