The most wonderful time of the year
I got up this morning, and as usual my sweet little Andante was excited to see me and came "running" toward me, and trying to climb up to me because she knew I would have food for her soon. I fed her and Adagio and then, unable to resist their charms, I decided to spend some quality time with them. I brought them out to the living room and sat down with them on my lap while I checked my e-mail and registered for a New Year's Day 10K run. As usual, Andante explored around on the couch while Adagio wedged himself firmly between my arm and my rib cage and was content to "snuggle" with me. As I was registering for my run, I heard a tiny little fart. I looked down, and there was Adagio depositing an enormous (for him) turd on my chest.
So I cleaned up his mess and decided that it was time to start my daily run. I got on the treadmill with the intention of running four miles today, but by mile 3.5 a muscle that I apparently strained during my Thanksgiving Day hill run started acting up, and I had to quit running in order to avoid aggravating that injury. It made me question whether it will be realistic for me to run a 10K (6.2 miles) on New Year's Day.
As I got into the shower, I was so distracted by this question that I accidentally shampooed my hair twice and was irritated with myself for wasting shampoo that way.
When I got out of the shower, I made myself a quick lunch. As I was drinking my juice, I kept noticing a strange, very bad taste. For awhile I couldn't figure out what it was, but then as I took another drink, I noticed a lump of food that had apparently gotten stuck to the inside bottom of my cup when it was in the dishwasher, and my husband apparently put the cup away without having noticed this. I was extremely disgusted by this and dumped the rest of my juice out.
Trying not to think about it, I left the house to get my oil changed. My car was overdue for an oil change, and I knew that today was likely to be the last day I will have the time to do this until April. So I got the oil change and had all the other expensive services done to make sure that my car will get me through the winter. When they finished the $140 of services, I reached into my jacket pocket to get out my check card to pay them and suddenly realized that my check card was still sitting on my computer, where I had used it to register for my race. I had been so distracted by being pooped on that I hadn't remembered to put it back in my jacket pocket where I usually keep it. I did not panic, though, because I thought that it would be easy enough to just call my husband and have him give them his check card number. Launching into Plan B, I reached into the pocket of my jeans where I usually keep my cell phone only to discover that I had been so distracted by my disgusting juice that I had forgotten to grab my phone before I left the house. So on to Plan C: use the phone at the oil change place to call my husband. Of course, he didn't answer, quite possibly because he didn't recognize the phone number. Or maybe he was just busy at work. Either way, I was up a creek... Fortunately, the people at the oil change place were understanding enough about this to let me drive home and call in my check card number. (It probably helped that I was a regular customer and that they had my name, address, license plate number, etc.) They did tell me a story about a time when something like this happened at another location, and the employees there made the poor customer walk home to get his check card, but they were nicer than that to me.
So that's been my day so far, and it's only about half over. Honestly, I'm a little bit scared to go through the other half. And you might expect that given the kind of day I'm having I'd be in a pretty bad mood. But the fact is, I'm in a bouncing-off-the-walls happy mood today because tomorrow at 11 a.m. (assuming that I make it through the rest of my day today) I am going to meet my best ski instructor friend for lunch (Mexican--yummy!), and then at noon we will be at the ski hill right when it opens for the start of ski season! I just don't know how I'm going to get myself to sleep tonight... :)
So I cleaned up his mess and decided that it was time to start my daily run. I got on the treadmill with the intention of running four miles today, but by mile 3.5 a muscle that I apparently strained during my Thanksgiving Day hill run started acting up, and I had to quit running in order to avoid aggravating that injury. It made me question whether it will be realistic for me to run a 10K (6.2 miles) on New Year's Day.
As I got into the shower, I was so distracted by this question that I accidentally shampooed my hair twice and was irritated with myself for wasting shampoo that way.
When I got out of the shower, I made myself a quick lunch. As I was drinking my juice, I kept noticing a strange, very bad taste. For awhile I couldn't figure out what it was, but then as I took another drink, I noticed a lump of food that had apparently gotten stuck to the inside bottom of my cup when it was in the dishwasher, and my husband apparently put the cup away without having noticed this. I was extremely disgusted by this and dumped the rest of my juice out.
Trying not to think about it, I left the house to get my oil changed. My car was overdue for an oil change, and I knew that today was likely to be the last day I will have the time to do this until April. So I got the oil change and had all the other expensive services done to make sure that my car will get me through the winter. When they finished the $140 of services, I reached into my jacket pocket to get out my check card to pay them and suddenly realized that my check card was still sitting on my computer, where I had used it to register for my race. I had been so distracted by being pooped on that I hadn't remembered to put it back in my jacket pocket where I usually keep it. I did not panic, though, because I thought that it would be easy enough to just call my husband and have him give them his check card number. Launching into Plan B, I reached into the pocket of my jeans where I usually keep my cell phone only to discover that I had been so distracted by my disgusting juice that I had forgotten to grab my phone before I left the house. So on to Plan C: use the phone at the oil change place to call my husband. Of course, he didn't answer, quite possibly because he didn't recognize the phone number. Or maybe he was just busy at work. Either way, I was up a creek... Fortunately, the people at the oil change place were understanding enough about this to let me drive home and call in my check card number. (It probably helped that I was a regular customer and that they had my name, address, license plate number, etc.) They did tell me a story about a time when something like this happened at another location, and the employees there made the poor customer walk home to get his check card, but they were nicer than that to me.
So that's been my day so far, and it's only about half over. Honestly, I'm a little bit scared to go through the other half. And you might expect that given the kind of day I'm having I'd be in a pretty bad mood. But the fact is, I'm in a bouncing-off-the-walls happy mood today because tomorrow at 11 a.m. (assuming that I make it through the rest of my day today) I am going to meet my best ski instructor friend for lunch (Mexican--yummy!), and then at noon we will be at the ski hill right when it opens for the start of ski season! I just don't know how I'm going to get myself to sleep tonight... :)