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I had a really lovely day at work yesterday-- I sold a lot of cameras, gave really knowledgeable advice to some people about photography, felt like I knew what I was doing, and had a lot of fun conversations with co-workers and customers alike. So that was good.
I came home; Z had taken the afternoon off from work to drop his mom off at the airport, and was in a cheerful and talkative mood, which was a welcome change. (When working hard, as he has been, he grows rather taciturn.)
Z listened, with cheerful commentary, to my tale of that day's work. We had an amusing conversation over a departing co-worker, who is vacationing in Vietnam and realized today she neglected to get her typhoid and polio vaccines. We Wikipedia'd them to determine which was worse. Ew! Typhoid has really unpleasant symptoms, up to and including death by intestinal perforation, and literally four weeks of shitting pea soup, but polio still wins by virtue of one day you're fine and the next you're all noodle-limbs. No thanks! So the dubious honor in that one goes to polio. (We cautioned her to absolutely not drink the water under any circumstances. Nothing against Vietnam-- I'm jealous as hell-- but the fact that those vaccines are recommended scares the hell out of me.)
After that conversation, which given that we are terrible people was much funnier than it sounds, Z suggested we go out to dinner. He had a place in mind, a Chinese place that's walking distance away. So we walked. And it started to rain.
But it didn't rain hard. We got there and were the only people in the joint. We drank Mai Tais-- competent Mai Tais-- which wound up costing $3.30 each. OMG we are going back there all the time.
We also had the best damn General Tso's Chicken ever. Holy cow, dude. It was amazing. I mean, it's all garden-variety take-out-style food, but well-prepared. And the interior decorating seems to be frozen in time.
So that was nice. We had thought to go from dinner to dessert at a nearby sundae place that's also walking-distance, but we were stuffed so full we had to waddle home as it was. At least the rain held off a little longer.
Then Z passed out on the couch, only coming to bed after midnight. I had meant to get some sewing done-- that navy blue kirtle I was making went together in like ten seconds. But Z sent me a link to Achewood before I nodded off, so I wound up reading for like two hours. Argh. Oh well.
After all that, you would think I would feel so relaxed and calm, right?
No, for some reason all the muscles of my neck and shoulders are like rocks and steel cables. Dunno. It's quite painful. And I am stressed out and scatterbrained over all the sewing I have to do. And I have been worrying about money. (Z finally got paid, so we could pay our rent, but still, there's not enough money lately.)
And now I'm stressed out because I let myself sleep in until after nine a.m., and have somehow frittered away all this time on the Internet, gathering thoughts and gathering wool (a coworker calls it that when he spaces out-- "I was wool-gathering!"-- I offered to knit him a sweater). Argh! Argh argh. I owe emails to twenty people. And my poor grandmother, my poor stubborn osteoporotic grandmother, tried to take herself down a steep hill alone in her wheelchair, and toppled out and broke a couple of ribs and nearly broke her arm and bruised her face and had to spend half of yesterday in the hospital, and just won't accept that she's 90 and needs more help than she wants to take. She can't go down the hill by herself in that chair, and someone had promised to come help wheel her down, but she grew tired of waiting for them and decided to go alone.
And I am such a bad grandchild that I will forget-- I know it already-- to write her a card. Unless I do it right now. But I can't find a pen and I have to make lunch and... yes, I know, I am hopeless.
Argh. Lunch. Sewing. Cleaning. I'm basically abandoning the garden. Gotta go do something. Ack.
I came home; Z had taken the afternoon off from work to drop his mom off at the airport, and was in a cheerful and talkative mood, which was a welcome change. (When working hard, as he has been, he grows rather taciturn.)
Z listened, with cheerful commentary, to my tale of that day's work. We had an amusing conversation over a departing co-worker, who is vacationing in Vietnam and realized today she neglected to get her typhoid and polio vaccines. We Wikipedia'd them to determine which was worse. Ew! Typhoid has really unpleasant symptoms, up to and including death by intestinal perforation, and literally four weeks of shitting pea soup, but polio still wins by virtue of one day you're fine and the next you're all noodle-limbs. No thanks! So the dubious honor in that one goes to polio. (We cautioned her to absolutely not drink the water under any circumstances. Nothing against Vietnam-- I'm jealous as hell-- but the fact that those vaccines are recommended scares the hell out of me.)
After that conversation, which given that we are terrible people was much funnier than it sounds, Z suggested we go out to dinner. He had a place in mind, a Chinese place that's walking distance away. So we walked. And it started to rain.
But it didn't rain hard. We got there and were the only people in the joint. We drank Mai Tais-- competent Mai Tais-- which wound up costing $3.30 each. OMG we are going back there all the time.
We also had the best damn General Tso's Chicken ever. Holy cow, dude. It was amazing. I mean, it's all garden-variety take-out-style food, but well-prepared. And the interior decorating seems to be frozen in time.
So that was nice. We had thought to go from dinner to dessert at a nearby sundae place that's also walking-distance, but we were stuffed so full we had to waddle home as it was. At least the rain held off a little longer.
Then Z passed out on the couch, only coming to bed after midnight. I had meant to get some sewing done-- that navy blue kirtle I was making went together in like ten seconds. But Z sent me a link to Achewood before I nodded off, so I wound up reading for like two hours. Argh. Oh well.
After all that, you would think I would feel so relaxed and calm, right?
No, for some reason all the muscles of my neck and shoulders are like rocks and steel cables. Dunno. It's quite painful. And I am stressed out and scatterbrained over all the sewing I have to do. And I have been worrying about money. (Z finally got paid, so we could pay our rent, but still, there's not enough money lately.)
And now I'm stressed out because I let myself sleep in until after nine a.m., and have somehow frittered away all this time on the Internet, gathering thoughts and gathering wool (a coworker calls it that when he spaces out-- "I was wool-gathering!"-- I offered to knit him a sweater). Argh! Argh argh. I owe emails to twenty people. And my poor grandmother, my poor stubborn osteoporotic grandmother, tried to take herself down a steep hill alone in her wheelchair, and toppled out and broke a couple of ribs and nearly broke her arm and bruised her face and had to spend half of yesterday in the hospital, and just won't accept that she's 90 and needs more help than she wants to take. She can't go down the hill by herself in that chair, and someone had promised to come help wheel her down, but she grew tired of waiting for them and decided to go alone.
And I am such a bad grandchild that I will forget-- I know it already-- to write her a card. Unless I do it right now. But I can't find a pen and I have to make lunch and... yes, I know, I am hopeless.
Argh. Lunch. Sewing. Cleaning. I'm basically abandoning the garden. Gotta go do something. Ack.
