tuesday
Four years ago, my co-workers and I all went out to the food trucks and got tacos for lunch in what we assumed was the first day of a world in which there would, as foretold, be taco trucks on every corner. Of course by about 10pm that had all gone to shit. And here we are today.
I did have some work to do today, which I did. I also straightened up my home office, where I've been working for almost eight months because of course I can't go to my office in the middle of a plague. I found the boarding passes I'd printed for the flight I was going to take on March 12 to an event that was finally cancelled on March 11. I cleared off, anyway, enough of the couch in here that tomorrow when I need to have a rest because I'll have been up late tonight watching the returns come in, I'll have some place to lie down.
I did my 24-ish minutes on the elliptical this morning. I'm going to make the kid's lunch for tomorrow before I go pick him up in about 45 minutes. Himself and I are having dinner delivered after the kid is in bed rather than try to exhibit any competence today ourselves. It's a comfort-food-and-maybe-some-drinkies kind of day. (Note to self: I should take the antihistamine out of my pill case on the assumption that I will want to drink alcohol this evening.)
Do you guys remember how awful 2016 was? It started with Bowie dying in January and didn't fucking let up, especially including the election but even after that? (My kid was born the day before Thanksgiving. That was the only good thing.) All the way through the end of December and Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. And since then has not exactly been a walk in a meadow, but this year has managed to make 2016 look like maybe one of those amusement park rides that you go on once and don't enjoy at all, maybe even feel a little sick, but it doesn't ruin your whole day. Only 2020 in that analogy is falling off the top of the ferris wheel and knocking people out of all the other cars on your way down.
Anyway. Extremely anxious about tonight and not going to feel better until some time Thursday or so at the soonest.
I did have some work to do today, which I did. I also straightened up my home office, where I've been working for almost eight months because of course I can't go to my office in the middle of a plague. I found the boarding passes I'd printed for the flight I was going to take on March 12 to an event that was finally cancelled on March 11. I cleared off, anyway, enough of the couch in here that tomorrow when I need to have a rest because I'll have been up late tonight watching the returns come in, I'll have some place to lie down.
I did my 24-ish minutes on the elliptical this morning. I'm going to make the kid's lunch for tomorrow before I go pick him up in about 45 minutes. Himself and I are having dinner delivered after the kid is in bed rather than try to exhibit any competence today ourselves. It's a comfort-food-and-maybe-some-drinkies kind of day. (Note to self: I should take the antihistamine out of my pill case on the assumption that I will want to drink alcohol this evening.)
Do you guys remember how awful 2016 was? It started with Bowie dying in January and didn't fucking let up, especially including the election but even after that? (My kid was born the day before Thanksgiving. That was the only good thing.) All the way through the end of December and Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. And since then has not exactly been a walk in a meadow, but this year has managed to make 2016 look like maybe one of those amusement park rides that you go on once and don't enjoy at all, maybe even feel a little sick, but it doesn't ruin your whole day. Only 2020 in that analogy is falling off the top of the ferris wheel and knocking people out of all the other cars on your way down.
Anyway. Extremely anxious about tonight and not going to feel better until some time Thursday or so at the soonest.