The weather's out to get me
So Sarah and I were laughing the other night about the running-through-the-streets "OH GOD IT'S GOING TO BE COLD" panic engendered by the mere possibility of freezing rain. Then it actually happened, and it was actually not so good. My car was literally a solid sheet of ice from bumper to bumper Wednesday morning, maybe a quarter inch thick. This would have been less concerning if I hadn't had court that morning, so there were frantic attempts to get my car free enough that I could drive safely. I gave myself 25 minutes to get it out, but unfortunately, it took 35. I had to make a frantic call to the court going "I can't get my car going I'll be late!" I was pretty sure I couldn't be the only person who wouldn't be able to get their car deiced/couldnt' drive on the roads/would get boxed in, but better safe than sorry. Sure enough, I got there a little over 10 minutes late, in a screaming panic and with enough adrenaline to run the Boston marathon, and--the courthouse was virtually deserted and court hadn't even started yet. ::falls over::
Yeah, I was riding that adrenaline high until around lunch time, but then it went away and I went *crash*!
Anyway. My car has been icy again the last couple mornings, but just a thin layer this time, much easier to deal with. I've just been tossing a bowl of hot water on it and going on my way--and yes, I realize that that can cause the windshield to crack if the window's too cold or the water's too hot, but I'm not boiling it, just getting it from my sink. Plus not having an ice scraper is making me irritated, and I'm tired of destroying gift cards just to do it.
I had my first hearing in front of a new judge this morning, and it was just a prove up, but I was kind of nervous. I always get a little wound up before hearings, period, and especially in front of new judges, since all courts have their quirks and I'm always afraid that I'm going to mess one up just without knowing it. And, because I am the most neurotric lawyer eva, I am good at coming up with things to worry about, things that may or may not be related to any kind of liklihood. Examples of things I'm afraid of in a hearing:
--Suddenly not being able to read the papers (oh wait, that was PC...)
--Forgetting about the hearing
--Not taking the right folder to the hearing
--Taking the right folder, but not taking the orders I need
--Generally being a moron
--Etc, etc, etc.
I've spent the last couple of ugly nights inside, trying to prep for my taxes. With the education and the job-hunting and the first job and the AAH, I'm going to have to get a preparer to do it for me this year; maybe next year I'll be competent to do it on my own, but not until then. I thought that I was ready Wednesday night and I was going to make the trip today, but then I realized that I'm missing one W-2 from one of my temp jobs and my charitable deductions form, so I guess I'm going to have to wait on that. Which is a shame because I want it done, and the longer I wait the longer it's going to take, and the longer it will be until I get my refund back, because need that.
I have planned to have an anti-plan weekend. I don't have any church things, no women's group or community group or anything, just regular church on Sunday, I'm not going to any Super Bowl parties (that I know of), and in general I am avoiding doing anything at all other than running my errands and resting, and eating my weight in chips during the game. THAT'S IT. I've had several social weekends on a row, and they have just wiped me out. I'd like to do some more cleaning and straightening and such, and double check that my taxes are all ready, other than those last statements. I'd also really like to get that stupid cross stitch finished; it's all done but the back stitching, and on my GOD, this is taking long enough.
In good news, Johnny is making an astonishing recovery. We did the last of the nightly ear flushes last night; only have to do another one in a week, officially, although I might do one every other week anyway, just for the poodle ears. We still have to rub the ointment in for another week, and he has to take the pills for another three weeks, but he doesn't mind either of those. In fact he's probably going to be devastated when he doesn't have to have the pills every day anymore, because he right now he gets them in a little dab of peanut butter. It's the only people food he gets and he is loving it. I think I'm going to keep that option for when I do the bi-weekly ear cleaning; suffer through ear wash, get peanut butter. He's smart enough to associate one with the other and behave when he knows a treat is coming. The no-exercise prohibition lifted yesterday, thank God, becuase as far as he's concerned, he's been ready to hit the Bear Trail for days. We went for our first long walk in a week last night, and he was ready to go. He was lagging a littel bit at the end, though, so I thought I'd walk him again tonight before we stepped back up into running. Yeah, I kept trying to get him to cut things short, and he kept wanting to go longer. I tried to turn him back a couple times and he practically dragged me along. He was still bouncing at the end of the walk, and that was after he'd already had one quick walk when I got home and he'd "helped" me put away two baskets of laundry. Yeah, I'd say his energy levels are back. I think we may try a run tomorrow, since it's supposed to be nice, and just let him set the pace. And after today, I'm thinking that he may set the pace faster than maybe I can keep up.
Yeah, I was riding that adrenaline high until around lunch time, but then it went away and I went *crash*!
Anyway. My car has been icy again the last couple mornings, but just a thin layer this time, much easier to deal with. I've just been tossing a bowl of hot water on it and going on my way--and yes, I realize that that can cause the windshield to crack if the window's too cold or the water's too hot, but I'm not boiling it, just getting it from my sink. Plus not having an ice scraper is making me irritated, and I'm tired of destroying gift cards just to do it.
I had my first hearing in front of a new judge this morning, and it was just a prove up, but I was kind of nervous. I always get a little wound up before hearings, period, and especially in front of new judges, since all courts have their quirks and I'm always afraid that I'm going to mess one up just without knowing it. And, because I am the most neurotric lawyer eva, I am good at coming up with things to worry about, things that may or may not be related to any kind of liklihood. Examples of things I'm afraid of in a hearing:
--Suddenly not being able to read the papers (oh wait, that was PC...)
--Forgetting about the hearing
--Not taking the right folder to the hearing
--Taking the right folder, but not taking the orders I need
--Generally being a moron
--Etc, etc, etc.
I've spent the last couple of ugly nights inside, trying to prep for my taxes. With the education and the job-hunting and the first job and the AAH, I'm going to have to get a preparer to do it for me this year; maybe next year I'll be competent to do it on my own, but not until then. I thought that I was ready Wednesday night and I was going to make the trip today, but then I realized that I'm missing one W-2 from one of my temp jobs and my charitable deductions form, so I guess I'm going to have to wait on that. Which is a shame because I want it done, and the longer I wait the longer it's going to take, and the longer it will be until I get my refund back, because need that.
I have planned to have an anti-plan weekend. I don't have any church things, no women's group or community group or anything, just regular church on Sunday, I'm not going to any Super Bowl parties (that I know of), and in general I am avoiding doing anything at all other than running my errands and resting, and eating my weight in chips during the game. THAT'S IT. I've had several social weekends on a row, and they have just wiped me out. I'd like to do some more cleaning and straightening and such, and double check that my taxes are all ready, other than those last statements. I'd also really like to get that stupid cross stitch finished; it's all done but the back stitching, and on my GOD, this is taking long enough.
In good news, Johnny is making an astonishing recovery. We did the last of the nightly ear flushes last night; only have to do another one in a week, officially, although I might do one every other week anyway, just for the poodle ears. We still have to rub the ointment in for another week, and he has to take the pills for another three weeks, but he doesn't mind either of those. In fact he's probably going to be devastated when he doesn't have to have the pills every day anymore, because he right now he gets them in a little dab of peanut butter. It's the only people food he gets and he is loving it. I think I'm going to keep that option for when I do the bi-weekly ear cleaning; suffer through ear wash, get peanut butter. He's smart enough to associate one with the other and behave when he knows a treat is coming. The no-exercise prohibition lifted yesterday, thank God, becuase as far as he's concerned, he's been ready to hit the Bear Trail for days. We went for our first long walk in a week last night, and he was ready to go. He was lagging a littel bit at the end, though, so I thought I'd walk him again tonight before we stepped back up into running. Yeah, I kept trying to get him to cut things short, and he kept wanting to go longer. I tried to turn him back a couple times and he practically dragged me along. He was still bouncing at the end of the walk, and that was after he'd already had one quick walk when I got home and he'd "helped" me put away two baskets of laundry. Yeah, I'd say his energy levels are back. I think we may try a run tomorrow, since it's supposed to be nice, and just let him set the pace. And after today, I'm thinking that he may set the pace faster than maybe I can keep up.