I’m supposed to be going to yoga tonight. I don’t want to. I had a facial today, so I’m plenty relaxed, and I want to stay home. I want to stay home and read and play on the internet and watch TV and do laundry (okay, that’s more of a need than a want) and stay home. Also, I want to stay home.
Toast and tea (decaf English Breakfast) for dinner. Yum.
The weekend is upon us, and I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. Sure, we have work to do (seeding the lawn is on the agenda for tomorrow), but it’s a THREE-DAY WEEKEND. Three whole days. Once I stopped working today, I was even inspired to clean up a bit. I may have been watching Cinderella (and singing along) while washing dishes and cleaning the countertops, but you weren’t there so you’ll never know for sure.
I started reading the next book club book (Before I Go to Sleep) last night – it’s fascinating. The next meeting is a week from today. I’ll have this one finished before the weekend is over.
I had my first facial ever today. And a massage. It was a very nice afternoon. John got me a Massage Envy gift certificate for those services for my birthday (WAY back in February). I don’t know why it took me so long to use it. It was wonderful. I am seriously considering making this a regular thing. (I like being pampered.)
I had a really annoying song stuck in my head earlier today, and a friend of mine at work asked me which one. It was “I Love You Like a Love Song” by I don’t know who, and I told him that the part where she goes “beep beep beep beep beep beep” wouldn’t get out of my brain. I got corrected immediately. He said it’s by Selena Gomez, and she’s actually saying “repeat repeat repeat” there. We had a minor battle over who was more embarrassed: me for not knowing the words or him for knowing them AND being able to name the teenybopper who sings them. I let him win that one (he’s around my age).
Roxy just came over to say hello and would I please give her the crumbs from my sandwich. At least she said please. She also told me that I have no unifying theme today, so I should quit now. Smart dog.
We’re at the breakfast table this morning with Gaby, who is writing in her journal about what we did yesterday.
Gaby: Well, I want to write that we saw monuments, but…I don’t know how to spell “saw”.
John couldn’t hold the laughter in. She had no problem with monuments. And then I heard her spell Washington with very little hesitation. She’s a genius!
We’re all on our laptops (except Gaby, who’s using a cute little spiral-bound notebook) this morning, after a nice lie-in. Wolf Trap cancelled last night’s performance of The Pirates of Penzance, so we stayed in and had our picnic dinner in the family room with The Muppet Show. It’s just as well – we were all pretty worn out after the heat and the driving. We met up with Jess (Hi, Jess!) for a yummy lunch in Annapolis, blew some bubbles at the harbor (also thanks to Jess), ate some really good ice cream, and tried on lots of hats at Hats in the Belfry. Hey! That’s news for us – John found a hat. One that fits and looks pretty cool and will keep him from burning his head every time he goes out in the sun. It’s a miracle. I fell in love with a plum-colored cloche hat, but then I looked at the price tag. I just can’t spend $175 on a hat. Even when it’s this cool.
Today the plan is to stay inside and hide from the heat. No plans, no schedule, just whatever we want to do, whenever we want to do it. And now that the internet is back (the storm late Friday night knocked it for most of yesterday)…you know, I really don’t know how to end that sentence. I don’t remember where I was going with it when I started it. Now that the internet is back, we can…play on the internet? But we’re not really going to do that today, so…yeah. No idea.
I haven’t mentioned it much here, but we’re about to go on vacation. We’re supposed to have internet in our cottage, but we were supposed to have internet in our cottage in Wales last year, too, and that just didn’t happen. So either I’ll be able to post intermittently over the next week and a half or I’ll be completely silent until Memorial Day. We’ll see. I just wanted you all to be prepared because I know how much you rely on me to start (or finish) every day. You just can’t get along without me, right? Right?
I think we should live somewhere where we can legitimately call our house a cottage without getting laughed at. I would like to live in a cottage.
Anyway, Mom called me yesterday evening to discuss when and where she and Dad are going to pick us up on Saturday, and that conversation kick-started my pre-trip hyperventilation* because you know what? I hadn’t even THOUGHT about that. I got off the phone and fluttered around the house for a couple of minutes, wondering how stupid it might be to take two hours out of my last useful 5 or 6 hours (not counting working and sleeping) to go to the gym for my fun classes. Reason and sanity eventually won out. There wasn’t THAT much to do and exercise and yoga would be good for me, especially in that state. I came home from the gym much calmer and I managed to get to bed (packing about halfway done) before I could think too much about what I hadn’t finished yet. This morning, though – the countdown had begun and I was climbing the walls. WHY was I going to work? WHY wasn’t I packed already? I hadn’t arranged for a cab to pick us up, I still needed to pick up some prescription refills, the dogs have to get to the kennel, I needed to pick up an adapter from Best Buy, I haven’t FINISHED PACKING YET, and oh yeah, I have to go to work and actually WORK. (Sorry about the caps. It’s been that kind of day.) To make matters worse (as pointed out by Corey, Brother of the Year), I went to Starbucks. Sure, let’s fuel the crazy with espresso. Makes all kinds of sense. So I rocketed into the office and my work day, made three or four more lists (mostly work, some trip), crossed everything off in record time, and all I have to do now is set my automatic out-of-office message and go home so I can cross the last four things off my trip list (one of them – finish packing – has a list of its own). Surprisingly, the tension ebbed as the day went on. I got enough of a head start this morning (maybe thanks to the coffee?) that I feel pretty normal now. My vacation is about to begin.
*The author reserves the right to exaggerate for effect. No brown paper bags were harmed in the making of this post.
It was cold today. Like wintry cold. And it flurried. So why not have a fire? John is working on his thesis, but he can do that on his laptop, and I can curl up in a chair by the fire with my book. My book that looks eerily like a laptop. A laptop that does magic tricks and will transform into a real book in just a few minutes. As soon as I’m done catching up on the internet. Yes, the whole internet. I’m that good.
I can’t even count the ways that I am sore. Last night was my first night back at my Muscle Blast and yoga classes since Thanksgiving. I’m very happy to be back, I really like those classes, but oh my god I hurt so much now. Every muscle we worked on is screaming at me. The aches sorta crept in one by one throughout the day, but they’re all here now. Hi everybody! Now go away.
I spent the entire day in a tiny little room with my boss (plus an hour and a half each way in a car with her to get to that tiny little room). I need some space. I need some alone time. And I need some sleep.
You know what’s awesome? Tomorrow’s Friday and it’s the beginning of a three-day weekend! You know what’s awesome-er than awesome? The first season (well, the 2005 season) of Doctor Who arrived in the mail yesterday! With extras and commentary and lots of hours of Doctor and Rose goodness.
Does anyone know where we can find the last season of Torchwood (the season set in the US) online? It was on Netflix for a little while, but it’s gone now.
My plan for the weekend:
It’s amazing how much better I feel, how much looser, more relaxed, now that my exam is over. I didn’t know how much it was weighing on me until I was done. (It went well, for the most part. I think. (Does a comma go in that sentence? I can’t decide.)) I was telling Mom earlier that I think most of the stress comes from trying to balance school and work. I don’t feel like I have enough time to devote to school because of work, and I don’t want it to take up all my free time because, you know, free time is necessary, but I can’t really relax in my free time because I know I have schoolwork to do. I know – life is hard, and I’m only taking one class. Boo hoo. Now shut up. I’m saying I personally don’t handle it very well. But now, now that the test is over, now that all that’s left is work (which slows down during the holidays because everyone takes time off) and present shopping, I can maybe enjoy these here holidays. Take some deep breaths. Look at the pretty lights. My neighbor at the bottom of the street has these icicle lights that actually look they’re dripping. But she might think it’s weird if I go stand on her sidewalk and stare…
It’s the Sunday after Thanksgiving. I finished my calculus quiz last night. I don’t have to do ANYthing today. I feel like I should. But why? I did some stuff. I updated my book list so it’s a table and includes dates and stuff, now that I’m tracking that (see?). What else? Um…the internet. I’m all caught up. On EVERYthing. Or I was ten minutes ago. I’m sure I’m behind now. But that doesn’t matter because I just got my quiz back from my professor and I got an EXCELLENT. Because I am excellent. One final exam to go and I will be done with differential equations. And with that, I have permission to continue doing nothing today. Because I am what? Oh right. Excellent. That’s me. Excellently lazy.
Seriously, could today have been any better? Only if it had unicorns and sparkles. And it’s not over yet. There’s hope. Sure, we got up super early on a Saturday, but it was only so we could go to the giant used book sale that happens every six weeks in a warehouse in Annapolis. Worth it. AND I had a croissant and my favorite candy-coffee from Starbucks for breakfast on the way (tall, skim, no whip white mocha with two pumps of toffee nut – yes, I’m one of those now). Extra worth the early wake-up. AND we hung out with Jess while looking for books and then having bagels. Better than extra worth it. And THEN we went to IKEA and bought two more bookshelves, upper shelf extensions for those two plus the six at home that didn’t already have them, plus two wall shelves to go over the couch (and hold more books – maybe the graphic novels?). We’ve spent the afternoon since then putting the shelves and the extension together while watching Law & Order: SVU, and now we’re going to pick up dinner from somewhere and settle in and watch a movie.
A day like today makes me so very happy. Books, best friend, shelves, dinner, and a movie, a whole day hanging out with John, and sure, I didn’t do any calculus like originally planned, but John and I worked it out on the way home from IKEA. Today we get the furniture part out of the way and relax a little. Tomorrow, we’ll run, mow the lawn (it grew, like, two feet in 8 days), and do homework (my calculus, his thesis). Sunday is the responsible day.
…starts now. I’ve been eating and breathing statistics for over a week. I took my midterm this afternoon, I’m home now, John’s in charge of dinner (I think), and I don’t have to jump right into the next statistics chapter just yet. I have a glass of wine, random French jazz in the CD player (CDs Mom burned and gave me – no idea what the specifics are, but I was in the mood for something unusual and mellow), and a new book. And I’m going to slice some cantaloupe. Cantaloupe will get me through this heat wave.