Wednesday, March 23
A richer day than most. I'm not sure I like my
The alarm went off at 6:15, but I'd been listening to the sleet pelt the windows. While Chris went downstairs to make breakfast for himself and the kids (muesli, prepared the night before with fresh fruit and nuts), I laid in bed for a few more minutes listening to NPR. Then they rattled off the school closings. I knew Trumansburg hadn't closed, because they have a robo-dialer that calls us three times between 4:30 and 5:00 am if there's a snow day. By virtue of not having been so rudely awakened, I knew that school was on. But lord, everything else in a 100 mile radius had closed. Even Ithaca City schools, which never close.
I came downstairs, made Paul's lunch, and we started getting Paul dressed for school picture day. There was already two or three inches of snow on the ground. All was ready -- the kids in snow coats and boots, the dog leashed, and Chris headed to the door en route to the bus stop when the phone rang. I'll be damned, they cancelled. At 7:00 a.m. I felt badly for the kids earlier on the route who were already outside and didn't know. Seriously, T'Burg, do or do not. I wonder if I can remove myself from their auto-dialer.
So then, the day changed plans. Someone had to stay home with the kids; my mother is still too sick to do it. Chris had a dentist appointment, and I had taken the hit last time, and there were no ADs on deck at 110 Maple, so I went in. Via the gym, of course.
I had a decent work-out. The running is starting to come back to me after taking last month off due to life. Not where I was, nor where I should be, but getting better. And I got the treat of weighing in at 145 pounds. First time in 9 years that I've seen that. Lower than my pre-pregnancy weight with Paul. And 10 pounds from my meta-goal of 135 pounds. That's really jus derived from the old Broca & Devine formula, anyway. A rough rule of thump for approximating ideal body weight. For women, start with 110 pounds. Then, multiple the Feet'Height" measurement (I'm 5'7" so 5*7=35) and add that on. I don't know what you do for women under 5' tall. I think for men it's the same, but you start at 110. Anyway, I'm babbling. Ten more pounds. It almost feels do-able now. It didn't when I had 40 or 45 to lose. When I get there, it'll be a defensible position to take stock and decide what to do next. Continue on to the weight my MD wants? Add in some strength training? Who knows. We'll see. It'll take me months to get there. What I've been doing has been working, but slowly.
And then into a very quiet office. Most people took the day to work from home. I had a good chat with Loud Man, who was in a funny mood. And then another good chat with one of the Wi-Fi engineers. The snow seems to bring out introspection. I worked on the NYC project, for which my boss got credit at today's meeting with the CIO, which is starting to take shape nicely. Tried to extract list prices from FortiNet. Gotta get my ass in gear and write the RFP. It'll only take me a couple of hours if I just do it. I spent most of the day dealing with having my e-mail screwed up. All of a sudden, my rules (filters) stopped working so all the stuff that I have automatically put in other mailboxes was flooding my inbox. My inbox is a very tidy place, and I use it a very certain way. Messing with my system is NOT good. I hate Exchange with the blinding fury of a thousand suns. Or maybe I hate our implementation of the product. It doesn't matter. It has screwed me over too many times, and I don't have a choice about using it.
Okay, where was I. Getting off my soapbox. Right.
Then home, no picking up Chris since he was already there, and figuring out dinner. That's an unusual place to be in, since I have a weekly plan for each meal. But I'm shifted by a day, because my mother was going to do dinner for us on Tuesday but she was too sick. Now we're eating Wednesday's dinner on Tuesday, and Thursday's dinner on Wednesday. God. It messes me up.
So I went with a ham, swiss and onion quiche. Good thing about having chickens. Always lots of eggs. And I had a half an onion leftover, and there's always cheese. (For the record, I still believe that Cheese Has No Season.)
My general ticky mood continued and I had to reign it in by brute force of will. Chris was working from home, and hadn't done dishes or laundry (although the breads he made looked awesome!), which left me with more to do while he went to Ithaca Community Chorus than I really wanted to do and I was just feeling petulant for no particular reason other than "housework is boring" and "I've been working all day." Which yeah, aren't really excuses.
So I put on my big girl pants, made a list, and set to it. Also, finished the whiskey.
Chris jumped in and helped with dishes and such before leaving, even some of the handwashing for things I don't put in the dishwasher. He's a love that way. And off he went.
So the evening went as usual: dog fed, dog walked, eggs collected, chickens away, kids readiness for school confirmed, dishes done, laundry done, mother called, and then the phone rang. Kevin was in my neck of the woods and wanted eggs, which I happened to have. So he stopped by. Sometimes social time perks me up when I'm otherwise grumpy. Oh, and I proofed and baked the bread that Chris had mixed and fermented.
Chris got home about 9:30, Kevin took off, and Chris wasn't in the mood for more Torchwood. I ended up watching the Dr. Who episodes in between Torchwood Series 1 and Series 2 (Utopia/Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords), when Jack hears the TARDIS and grabs ahold to the outside of it, and is taken to the end of the universe? Those three episodes, with the Master and spheres. I'd forgotten that the Doctor forgives the Master, just as Jack forgave Owen at the end of Series 1. Did Jack learn it from the Doctor? Maybe there's a whole forgiveness thread I should be following and somehow missed in my earlier watchings. Could be good for me, you know. Make me a little less ticky. :-)
And with that, I was off to bed. May Thursday be more normal.
The alarm went off at 6:15, but I'd been listening to the sleet pelt the windows. While Chris went downstairs to make breakfast for himself and the kids (muesli, prepared the night before with fresh fruit and nuts), I laid in bed for a few more minutes listening to NPR. Then they rattled off the school closings. I knew Trumansburg hadn't closed, because they have a robo-dialer that calls us three times between 4:30 and 5:00 am if there's a snow day. By virtue of not having been so rudely awakened, I knew that school was on. But lord, everything else in a 100 mile radius had closed. Even Ithaca City schools, which never close.
I came downstairs, made Paul's lunch, and we started getting Paul dressed for school picture day. There was already two or three inches of snow on the ground. All was ready -- the kids in snow coats and boots, the dog leashed, and Chris headed to the door en route to the bus stop when the phone rang. I'll be damned, they cancelled. At 7:00 a.m. I felt badly for the kids earlier on the route who were already outside and didn't know. Seriously, T'Burg, do or do not. I wonder if I can remove myself from their auto-dialer.
So then, the day changed plans. Someone had to stay home with the kids; my mother is still too sick to do it. Chris had a dentist appointment, and I had taken the hit last time, and there were no ADs on deck at 110 Maple, so I went in. Via the gym, of course.
I had a decent work-out. The running is starting to come back to me after taking last month off due to life. Not where I was, nor where I should be, but getting better. And I got the treat of weighing in at 145 pounds. First time in 9 years that I've seen that. Lower than my pre-pregnancy weight with Paul. And 10 pounds from my meta-goal of 135 pounds. That's really jus derived from the old Broca & Devine formula, anyway. A rough rule of thump for approximating ideal body weight. For women, start with 110 pounds. Then, multiple the Feet'Height" measurement (I'm 5'7" so 5*7=35) and add that on. I don't know what you do for women under 5' tall. I think for men it's the same, but you start at 110. Anyway, I'm babbling. Ten more pounds. It almost feels do-able now. It didn't when I had 40 or 45 to lose. When I get there, it'll be a defensible position to take stock and decide what to do next. Continue on to the weight my MD wants? Add in some strength training? Who knows. We'll see. It'll take me months to get there. What I've been doing has been working, but slowly.
And then into a very quiet office. Most people took the day to work from home. I had a good chat with Loud Man, who was in a funny mood. And then another good chat with one of the Wi-Fi engineers. The snow seems to bring out introspection. I worked on the NYC project, for which my boss got credit at today's meeting with the CIO, which is starting to take shape nicely. Tried to extract list prices from FortiNet. Gotta get my ass in gear and write the RFP. It'll only take me a couple of hours if I just do it. I spent most of the day dealing with having my e-mail screwed up. All of a sudden, my rules (filters) stopped working so all the stuff that I have automatically put in other mailboxes was flooding my inbox. My inbox is a very tidy place, and I use it a very certain way. Messing with my system is NOT good. I hate Exchange with the blinding fury of a thousand suns. Or maybe I hate our implementation of the product. It doesn't matter. It has screwed me over too many times, and I don't have a choice about using it.
Okay, where was I. Getting off my soapbox. Right.
Then home, no picking up Chris since he was already there, and figuring out dinner. That's an unusual place to be in, since I have a weekly plan for each meal. But I'm shifted by a day, because my mother was going to do dinner for us on Tuesday but she was too sick. Now we're eating Wednesday's dinner on Tuesday, and Thursday's dinner on Wednesday. God. It messes me up.
So I went with a ham, swiss and onion quiche. Good thing about having chickens. Always lots of eggs. And I had a half an onion leftover, and there's always cheese. (For the record, I still believe that Cheese Has No Season.)
My general ticky mood continued and I had to reign it in by brute force of will. Chris was working from home, and hadn't done dishes or laundry (although the breads he made looked awesome!), which left me with more to do while he went to Ithaca Community Chorus than I really wanted to do and I was just feeling petulant for no particular reason other than "housework is boring" and "I've been working all day." Which yeah, aren't really excuses.
So I put on my big girl pants, made a list, and set to it. Also, finished the whiskey.
Chris jumped in and helped with dishes and such before leaving, even some of the handwashing for things I don't put in the dishwasher. He's a love that way. And off he went.
So the evening went as usual: dog fed, dog walked, eggs collected, chickens away, kids readiness for school confirmed, dishes done, laundry done, mother called, and then the phone rang. Kevin was in my neck of the woods and wanted eggs, which I happened to have. So he stopped by. Sometimes social time perks me up when I'm otherwise grumpy. Oh, and I proofed and baked the bread that Chris had mixed and fermented.
Chris got home about 9:30, Kevin took off, and Chris wasn't in the mood for more Torchwood. I ended up watching the Dr. Who episodes in between Torchwood Series 1 and Series 2 (Utopia/Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords), when Jack hears the TARDIS and grabs ahold to the outside of it, and is taken to the end of the universe? Those three episodes, with the Master and spheres. I'd forgotten that the Doctor forgives the Master, just as Jack forgave Owen at the end of Series 1. Did Jack learn it from the Doctor? Maybe there's a whole forgiveness thread I should be following and somehow missed in my earlier watchings. Could be good for me, you know. Make me a little less ticky. :-)
And with that, I was off to bed. May Thursday be more normal.