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Today's Plan:
-- Groceries, to include the ingredients for the roasted red pepper and goat cheese lasagne because it sounds yummy.
-- Post office.
-- Two more snail-mail versions of the query letter to take to post office.
-- Finish last Support Stacie bookmark to mail from post office (since it's going international).
-- Clean bathrooms. This is not an option. I think things are growing in there. Cleo won't even step foot in there, and that cat is not picky about her playspaces.
-- Finish Water Music. Half a chapter to go!
-- Maybe go to Tysons to the eyeglasses store that the doctor suggested for interesting frames. Since apparently I HAVE TO WEAR GLASSES five days of the week now. *sob*
(You know what this means, right? I have to re-learn how to kiss. Bill wears glasses, I don't, we kiss just fine. No issues. Every time I try to kiss him when we're BOTH wearing glasses, we hear "CLINK. CLINK. CLINK-CLINK-CLINK-CLINK." It's extremely annoying, and then we have to STOP kissing to remove the offending glasses and put them down wherever is closest and carry on, except then later, when we actually WANT to see, we can never find them, because we've put them down in wherevers that are not the usual hiding place for our glasses. I estimate that once I'm wearing glasses nearly full time, we will ultimately spend about one third of our lives looking for our glasses.)
(Yes, I'm still sulking. I realize in the grand scheme of things, it's not the end of the world, and my vision isn't permanently impaired, and there are those with much worse issues out there than a set of scratched corneas and malfunctioning tear ducts. But this is turning my image of myself on its head, so I'm having to shift things, and it's not a terribly pleasant or comfortable process, no matter the reason.)
-- Groceries, to include the ingredients for the roasted red pepper and goat cheese lasagne because it sounds yummy.
-- Post office.
-- Two more snail-mail versions of the query letter to take to post office.
-- Finish last Support Stacie bookmark to mail from post office (since it's going international).
-- Clean bathrooms. This is not an option. I think things are growing in there. Cleo won't even step foot in there, and that cat is not picky about her playspaces.
-- Finish Water Music. Half a chapter to go!
-- Maybe go to Tysons to the eyeglasses store that the doctor suggested for interesting frames. Since apparently I HAVE TO WEAR GLASSES five days of the week now. *sob*
(You know what this means, right? I have to re-learn how to kiss. Bill wears glasses, I don't, we kiss just fine. No issues. Every time I try to kiss him when we're BOTH wearing glasses, we hear "CLINK. CLINK. CLINK-CLINK-CLINK-CLINK." It's extremely annoying, and then we have to STOP kissing to remove the offending glasses and put them down wherever is closest and carry on, except then later, when we actually WANT to see, we can never find them, because we've put them down in wherevers that are not the usual hiding place for our glasses. I estimate that once I'm wearing glasses nearly full time, we will ultimately spend about one third of our lives looking for our glasses.)
(Yes, I'm still sulking. I realize in the grand scheme of things, it's not the end of the world, and my vision isn't permanently impaired, and there are those with much worse issues out there than a set of scratched corneas and malfunctioning tear ducts. But this is turning my image of myself on its head, so I'm having to shift things, and it's not a terribly pleasant or comfortable process, no matter the reason.)