Weekend excitement
Saturday was a fun day, overall. We were celebrating my new raise that just got approved Thursday, and my daughter took us out to get some fancy cocoas down at the specialty chocolate place by the biggest local bookstore in town. I had a cup of dark chocolate & cardamom cocoa, which might be my new favorite, and balanced it out with tons of water and veggies that day to not set my sugars off in a tizzy. Then we explored the bookstore, and I went in looking for ONE specific book (the third Mistborn series book), and of course, came out with TWO books (that one and the Bookshops and Bonedust one I'd been eyeing earlier), then a pair of D20 earrings at the comic shop next to that, because I'd just been paid and have almost no self control. We picked up some charcuterie on the way home, in preparation of the upcoming game on Sunday, and before the night was through I was over 100 pages into Bookshops and Bonedust, and feeling pretty pleased with myself.
As for Sunday...well, I honestly don't normally care about football overall. But this time, I really WAS hoping the Niners would win, just due to a conversation with my dad this week. One of their housemates at his nursing home had passed on, and they were all feeling more depressed than usual at facing their own eventual mortality. I was having a hard time consoling him, but he did admit that the one thing they were looking forward to was watching the Niners in the Superbowl, and hoping his team would win to "give him a bit more hope". I guess that's why it was all the more devastating to get all the way to that OT stretch and have them lose it in the final SECONDS of the game. I don't think I've ever been so emotionally involved in the ending to ANY sports competition, much less football, but it was depressing just thinking of those poor people at the rest home watching. But if I'm being fair, there were probably elderly relatives wanting the other team to win, too, so maybe it made someone's day. And nothing against Taylor Swift, but her boyfriend was acting like a real ass the whole night. Just saying.
Not surprisingly, traffic was pretty light on the way in to work today (too many people still sleeping off the last day's excitement, I think), and I've been kind of slugging through my tasks today, fighting off some extreme fatige and the telltale beginnings of a migraine in the works. Hoping I can keep it at bay just a little longer though, because I promised I'd do D&D with my friends group tonight, and they've had to reschedule it 3x already due to conflicting schedules and storm/internet disruptions, so at this point we've all forgotten half of what we were even up to when we left off. Hope it goes ok tonight and I don't end up passed out mid-campaign on her couch. The introvert in me wants to bow out completely and go home to finish the last few pages of the book I'm into, but I can't dissapoint the group right now when they're counting on me. Then I'd be no better than the 49ers.
Ok yeah, that was a low blow. I'm still a little salty. I'll get over it, I promise.
As for Sunday...well, I honestly don't normally care about football overall. But this time, I really WAS hoping the Niners would win, just due to a conversation with my dad this week. One of their housemates at his nursing home had passed on, and they were all feeling more depressed than usual at facing their own eventual mortality. I was having a hard time consoling him, but he did admit that the one thing they were looking forward to was watching the Niners in the Superbowl, and hoping his team would win to "give him a bit more hope". I guess that's why it was all the more devastating to get all the way to that OT stretch and have them lose it in the final SECONDS of the game. I don't think I've ever been so emotionally involved in the ending to ANY sports competition, much less football, but it was depressing just thinking of those poor people at the rest home watching. But if I'm being fair, there were probably elderly relatives wanting the other team to win, too, so maybe it made someone's day. And nothing against Taylor Swift, but her boyfriend was acting like a real ass the whole night. Just saying.
Not surprisingly, traffic was pretty light on the way in to work today (too many people still sleeping off the last day's excitement, I think), and I've been kind of slugging through my tasks today, fighting off some extreme fatige and the telltale beginnings of a migraine in the works. Hoping I can keep it at bay just a little longer though, because I promised I'd do D&D with my friends group tonight, and they've had to reschedule it 3x already due to conflicting schedules and storm/internet disruptions, so at this point we've all forgotten half of what we were even up to when we left off. Hope it goes ok tonight and I don't end up passed out mid-campaign on her couch. The introvert in me wants to bow out completely and go home to finish the last few pages of the book I'm into, but I can't dissapoint the group right now when they're counting on me. Then I'd be no better than the 49ers.
Ok yeah, that was a low blow. I'm still a little salty. I'll get over it, I promise.