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dragonlady7How am I so old and creaky that half a practice, with a long but not particularly fast pace-line, leaves me more sore than the punishing and brutal team practice on Sunday?
I think I'm a bit dehydrated, which probably isn't helping.
Was awoken 1.5 hrs early by Chita who seems desperate for breakfast. But we don't feed her until we've been up for some time. I've been trying to resist socializing her with the idea that humans get up = immediate food. But it didn't work; she always runs straight to her foodbowl the minute I stir after awakening.
I decided Chita was trying to tell me I'm stinky, so I went and showered.
She's hyper and a pill this morning, but I think the reason is that she's being driven mad by the icy sleet pattering against the windows. All our windows look frosted now. The car, I saw before the kitchen window got covered over, was thickly coated with tiny white balls of ice, with a thick clear glaze over the top.
That means the roads are skating rinks.
Will work be cancelled? I wait in suspense.
I think I'd know already if it was-- some of us have long commutes, and would be leaving our houses about now. I have nearly another hour before I have to set out, but I'm not holding my breath.
I should go check my cellphone though.
The big picture window on the front of the house is entirely coated in thick ice; I can't make out the big floodlight across the street-- it's just one big diffuse ball of white, instead of the little point of light it should be.
Roller derby bout tomorrow: Seems surreal, detached, because my team isn't skating. I emailed the PR/Production crossover guy twice because I felt like I wasn't freaking out enough, and the head of the production committee too-- but apparently, I'm not forgetting anything and we're fine.
Weird. Eerie.
I should go do my hair so I can go to work. Bah. If I had a day off I'd take a nap, do some writing, make some really good food, do my hair all cool, pet the cat, clean the living room, and put my clothes in order finally. There, I said it.
But I have stuff to do at work, too. So, phooey.
I think I'm a bit dehydrated, which probably isn't helping.
Was awoken 1.5 hrs early by Chita who seems desperate for breakfast. But we don't feed her until we've been up for some time. I've been trying to resist socializing her with the idea that humans get up = immediate food. But it didn't work; she always runs straight to her foodbowl the minute I stir after awakening.
I decided Chita was trying to tell me I'm stinky, so I went and showered.
She's hyper and a pill this morning, but I think the reason is that she's being driven mad by the icy sleet pattering against the windows. All our windows look frosted now. The car, I saw before the kitchen window got covered over, was thickly coated with tiny white balls of ice, with a thick clear glaze over the top.
That means the roads are skating rinks.
Will work be cancelled? I wait in suspense.
I think I'd know already if it was-- some of us have long commutes, and would be leaving our houses about now. I have nearly another hour before I have to set out, but I'm not holding my breath.
I should go check my cellphone though.
The big picture window on the front of the house is entirely coated in thick ice; I can't make out the big floodlight across the street-- it's just one big diffuse ball of white, instead of the little point of light it should be.
Roller derby bout tomorrow: Seems surreal, detached, because my team isn't skating. I emailed the PR/Production crossover guy twice because I felt like I wasn't freaking out enough, and the head of the production committee too-- but apparently, I'm not forgetting anything and we're fine.
Weird. Eerie.
I should go do my hair so I can go to work. Bah. If I had a day off I'd take a nap, do some writing, make some really good food, do my hair all cool, pet the cat, clean the living room, and put my clothes in order finally. There, I said it.
But I have stuff to do at work, too. So, phooey.
