A time and a place
Hours logged for Sunday, December 11th --
c. 3 - 8:30a: Sleep
8:30 - 10:30a: Watch Friends reruns on TBS, find I'd already seen the episodes. But the Friends-specific laughs are always worth it. Anything for a laugh, right?
10:30a - 1:30p: Fall back asleep; wake up ashamed for it.
1:30 - 2p: Continue waking up by downing a bowl of Cheerios and several minutes of TV.
2 - 3:40p: Finish second half of Billy Budd, notice [later] it's markedly organized for Melville's style.
3:50 - 5p: Clean gutters with Dad, feel horrendously cold outside (fingers occasionally nipped by frostbite). Keke attempts to catch up via text around 4:20p; somewhat successful, if intermittent.
5p: Tea and crumb cake.
c. 6 - 7p: Eva visits, gives me very belated presents for graduation and my birthday: $60 and a black-and-white vertically-striped scarf. Mom comes home at 6 and hastily puts together Christmas presents for Eva, Dave, and Gabby.
7 - 8p: Read articles online waiting for text from Amanda about heading to gym.
c. 8:20p: Text from Amanda, paraphrased: "Hey, I just got home with a fever and a cold. Mind if we go to the gym tomorrow so I can sleep it off?" Reply: "Aww poor thing, but of course! If you don't feel better tomorrow, just lemme know. Sweet dreams <3"
Rest of the evening: Read more articles, mostly from Brain Pickings. Post on Twitter and Facebook to little response.
Midnight - 1:30a: Watch Captain Salvation, notice the crazy amount of stories about seagoing that I've come into contact with since reading Moby Dick [in late October/early November] (Moby Dick, 2 movies based on Moby Dick, The Caine Mutiny Saturday night, Billy Budd - ok, so ostensibly, it's mostly Melville's fault).
Preparing to clean the gutter, I started putting on my midcalf boots, which I usually wear with my jeans tucked into them. I got the zipper on my right boot halfway up when I lost the tug of war and pierced the pad of my left thumb. A red dot is still visible on the skin. Now I'm utterly sensitive to anything that touches the area. I never appreciated my left thumb until now. Poor little digit does a lot, doesn't it?
Nothing outstanding or revelatory happened today, but the physical exercise in the biting cold did a lot to cure my mood. Miserable as I was in the middle of it, when I got back inside and the feeling in my fingers returned, I could more appreciate the toil and its purifying powers. It wasn't much by any standards, but it was enough to get me out of my head - a much-needed reprieve from myself.
It's past 2 in the morning; I should really be in bed. I wish I could create more choice sentences, but the mind lulls, and I always want to make an early start of every day, regardless of when I hit the hay.
c. 3 - 8:30a: Sleep
8:30 - 10:30a: Watch Friends reruns on TBS, find I'd already seen the episodes. But the Friends-specific laughs are always worth it. Anything for a laugh, right?
10:30a - 1:30p: Fall back asleep; wake up ashamed for it.
1:30 - 2p: Continue waking up by downing a bowl of Cheerios and several minutes of TV.
2 - 3:40p: Finish second half of Billy Budd, notice [later] it's markedly organized for Melville's style.
3:50 - 5p: Clean gutters with Dad, feel horrendously cold outside (fingers occasionally nipped by frostbite). Keke attempts to catch up via text around 4:20p; somewhat successful, if intermittent.
5p: Tea and crumb cake.
c. 6 - 7p: Eva visits, gives me very belated presents for graduation and my birthday: $60 and a black-and-white vertically-striped scarf. Mom comes home at 6 and hastily puts together Christmas presents for Eva, Dave, and Gabby.
7 - 8p: Read articles online waiting for text from Amanda about heading to gym.
c. 8:20p: Text from Amanda, paraphrased: "Hey, I just got home with a fever and a cold. Mind if we go to the gym tomorrow so I can sleep it off?" Reply: "Aww poor thing, but of course! If you don't feel better tomorrow, just lemme know. Sweet dreams <3"
Rest of the evening: Read more articles, mostly from Brain Pickings. Post on Twitter and Facebook to little response.
Midnight - 1:30a: Watch Captain Salvation, notice the crazy amount of stories about seagoing that I've come into contact with since reading Moby Dick [in late October/early November] (Moby Dick, 2 movies based on Moby Dick, The Caine Mutiny Saturday night, Billy Budd - ok, so ostensibly, it's mostly Melville's fault).
Preparing to clean the gutter, I started putting on my midcalf boots, which I usually wear with my jeans tucked into them. I got the zipper on my right boot halfway up when I lost the tug of war and pierced the pad of my left thumb. A red dot is still visible on the skin. Now I'm utterly sensitive to anything that touches the area. I never appreciated my left thumb until now. Poor little digit does a lot, doesn't it?
Nothing outstanding or revelatory happened today, but the physical exercise in the biting cold did a lot to cure my mood. Miserable as I was in the middle of it, when I got back inside and the feeling in my fingers returned, I could more appreciate the toil and its purifying powers. It wasn't much by any standards, but it was enough to get me out of my head - a much-needed reprieve from myself.
It's past 2 in the morning; I should really be in bed. I wish I could create more choice sentences, but the mind lulls, and I always want to make an early start of every day, regardless of when I hit the hay.