Napping on my day off? Yeah, right!
Spent the morning slinging e-mails back and forth with kukkurkurat--got up at 5 AM to do so, so when we finally wound down, I grabbed some brunch and napped for a few hours. Or tried to. As I was dozing off, the cable company called, wanted to give me two months worth of free digital. No. Again. (They call about once a month. It's a pain in the ass.) Went back to sleep. Was dreaming something about riding in a stretch limo, phone rings again--missybrat, about the funeral for our friend...
Apparently, the family wants to keep it private and is talking about a memorial service later. This seems acceptable to me; if I were grieving after the sudden death of a loved one, a gaggle of Gothlings wandering around chatting with each other would *not* make me feel better. (She doesn't comprehend this, but I know what happens when you get a bunch of Cammies in a room: it's not low-key.) Anyway, there's going to be a privately-held wake sponsored by a couple of friends on Saturday.
So, I rolled over after that, woke at 4:25--was in the loo when Kat called--we were going over to the resort where GK is staying--staggered around the house getting dressed and remembering what I'd wanted to take with me.
We ended up not going to the movie. The place we ordered dinner from took almost an hour to deliver it, and that wrecked the timing. Had a very nice time nonetheless--she liked the bracelet I gave her, and she treated me to a 15-minute massage that was *blissful*. She also presented me with a terrific vest (thrift store tags still in place) and a box of chocolate-covered cranberries, which are a MA delicacy, or so she tells me. She hasn't seen "National Treasure", so I'm taking my copy over there for her edification.
Tomorrow afternoon, we're going a-thrifting, and I'm hoping to manifest a new office chair. This one is shot--or should be.
Apparently, the family wants to keep it private and is talking about a memorial service later. This seems acceptable to me; if I were grieving after the sudden death of a loved one, a gaggle of Gothlings wandering around chatting with each other would *not* make me feel better. (She doesn't comprehend this, but I know what happens when you get a bunch of Cammies in a room: it's not low-key.) Anyway, there's going to be a privately-held wake sponsored by a couple of friends on Saturday.
So, I rolled over after that, woke at 4:25--was in the loo when Kat called--we were going over to the resort where GK is staying--staggered around the house getting dressed and remembering what I'd wanted to take with me.
We ended up not going to the movie. The place we ordered dinner from took almost an hour to deliver it, and that wrecked the timing. Had a very nice time nonetheless--she liked the bracelet I gave her, and she treated me to a 15-minute massage that was *blissful*. She also presented me with a terrific vest (thrift store tags still in place) and a box of chocolate-covered cranberries, which are a MA delicacy, or so she tells me. She hasn't seen "National Treasure", so I'm taking my copy over there for her edification.
Tomorrow afternoon, we're going a-thrifting, and I'm hoping to manifest a new office chair. This one is shot--or should be.