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I spent much of today roaming Berkeley and Oakland in the intermittent light rain, visiting various stores and libraries where I had business of one kind or another. I failed in my quest to buy Shannon an umbrella, however. He wants one that is the long, non-collapsible kind, with a sturdy tip so he can use it as a walking stick, with a curved handle so it is easy to hold. Unfortunately, the affordable-type places seem to sell only the compact, collapsible umbrellas these days. Also, despite today's weather, we're heading out of the rainy season, so the stores seem to be boxing up the umbrellas and bringing out the beach chairs.
One of the places I went today was the CVS Mothership up on 51st Street, and I was appalled to see that about 1/3 of the store was empty. Just shelves with nothing on them. I wonder what's going on. Businesses come and go, of course, but I'm always curious about what's happening behind the scenes.
Shannon and I had a bit of a dust-up when he got home from gaming tonight (around 11:20 p.m.), because I had spent the previous 30 minutes or so getting more and more impatient for him to get home so that we could medicate Cobweb before I got too sleepy. All I wanted to do was go to sleep, but I had to stay awake so I'd be conscious enough to do the stabbing and the pilling. We hadn't discussed how the medication issue would be impacted by his usual Wednesday night schedule, but I expected him to be sensitive to the fact that I get sleepy earlier than he does. I even called his cell phone a little after 11, just to find out the situation, but he didn't answer. (He was biking home, which is not conducive to phone answering.)
After a busy day (I walked probably 8 miles and was running around for about 4 hours), during which I'd had almost no time to nap, despite my usual sleepiness, I just wanted to lie on the couch and snooze. So I think I was less rational than I might otherwise have been.
Anyway, so he came in the door and I just -- bam! -- lit into him. The poor guy was stunned. Then he struck back. But it only took a few minutes before we calmed down and started talking about what to do re: cat medication on gaming nights in the future, instead of dwelling on what had already happened. I think our communication was pretty good. Yay us!
I notice that I've had zero interest in audiobooks lately. I've been doing a lot of walking and housework, but I'm listening to music instead of books. I was really listening to the lyrics of "867-5309/Jenny" today and realized they're actually really creepy. Can you say "stalker," boys and girls? I knew you could. But hey ... the song is catchy! You gotta admit -- it's catchy.
One of the places I went today was the CVS Mothership up on 51st Street, and I was appalled to see that about 1/3 of the store was empty. Just shelves with nothing on them. I wonder what's going on. Businesses come and go, of course, but I'm always curious about what's happening behind the scenes.
Shannon and I had a bit of a dust-up when he got home from gaming tonight (around 11:20 p.m.), because I had spent the previous 30 minutes or so getting more and more impatient for him to get home so that we could medicate Cobweb before I got too sleepy. All I wanted to do was go to sleep, but I had to stay awake so I'd be conscious enough to do the stabbing and the pilling. We hadn't discussed how the medication issue would be impacted by his usual Wednesday night schedule, but I expected him to be sensitive to the fact that I get sleepy earlier than he does. I even called his cell phone a little after 11, just to find out the situation, but he didn't answer. (He was biking home, which is not conducive to phone answering.)
After a busy day (I walked probably 8 miles and was running around for about 4 hours), during which I'd had almost no time to nap, despite my usual sleepiness, I just wanted to lie on the couch and snooze. So I think I was less rational than I might otherwise have been.
Anyway, so he came in the door and I just -- bam! -- lit into him. The poor guy was stunned. Then he struck back. But it only took a few minutes before we calmed down and started talking about what to do re: cat medication on gaming nights in the future, instead of dwelling on what had already happened. I think our communication was pretty good. Yay us!
I notice that I've had zero interest in audiobooks lately. I've been doing a lot of walking and housework, but I'm listening to music instead of books. I was really listening to the lyrics of "867-5309/Jenny" today and realized they're actually really creepy. Can you say "stalker," boys and girls? I knew you could. But hey ... the song is catchy! You gotta admit -- it's catchy.