Saying Nothing is the New Witty Title
Project Body and Soul isn't going so well. I forgot that it's nearly impossible to engage in such projects while also engaging in income-generating activities.
Having spent the entire weekend working on one personal project and three different work projects, I thought this week might be a little bit less intense. Yesterday, I received two quasi-surprise projects that need to be taken care of before I can relax on vacation. I also ran out of my beloved night cream. I'm not sure which event upset me more.
Ty cheered me up a bit by hanging Mardi Gras beads on our front door and making a garlicky shrimp appetizer. I skipped the 30 minutes on the Denise Austin bike in favor of dancing in the kitchen with my husband; definitely the high point of the evening, along with eating Ty's delicious dinner. I spent the rest of the night doing dishes, doing a load of laundry, and working on my assorted projects until finally falling asleep around midnight with the assistance of a Benadryl. My alarm interrupted a nightmarish dream, and I attempted to get up early and to go to church and get ashes; I say "attempted" because it didn't quite work out that way. I arrived just in time to feel completely rude and conspicuous and too guilty to receive Communion. The ashes had already been distributed. On the way home, I replaced my beloved night cream and also bought more napkins, because we ran out without my realizing it and then I started to twitch a little. By the time I got home (I was gone maybe forty minutes), I had one new voicemail on my landline and two new voicemails on my cellphone.
It's 10:38 now; I'm getting off to an extremely late start to my workday, given my workload. It's going to be another late night.
I just want to curl up in the fetal position with a nice, warm puppy. And NOT the fucking dog that keeps barking whenever there's any noise IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY IN NEW YORK CITY.
Having spent the entire weekend working on one personal project and three different work projects, I thought this week might be a little bit less intense. Yesterday, I received two quasi-surprise projects that need to be taken care of before I can relax on vacation. I also ran out of my beloved night cream. I'm not sure which event upset me more.
Ty cheered me up a bit by hanging Mardi Gras beads on our front door and making a garlicky shrimp appetizer. I skipped the 30 minutes on the Denise Austin bike in favor of dancing in the kitchen with my husband; definitely the high point of the evening, along with eating Ty's delicious dinner. I spent the rest of the night doing dishes, doing a load of laundry, and working on my assorted projects until finally falling asleep around midnight with the assistance of a Benadryl. My alarm interrupted a nightmarish dream, and I attempted to get up early and to go to church and get ashes; I say "attempted" because it didn't quite work out that way. I arrived just in time to feel completely rude and conspicuous and too guilty to receive Communion. The ashes had already been distributed. On the way home, I replaced my beloved night cream and also bought more napkins, because we ran out without my realizing it and then I started to twitch a little. By the time I got home (I was gone maybe forty minutes), I had one new voicemail on my landline and two new voicemails on my cellphone.
It's 10:38 now; I'm getting off to an extremely late start to my workday, given my workload. It's going to be another late night.
I just want to curl up in the fetal position with a nice, warm puppy. And NOT the fucking dog that keeps barking whenever there's any noise IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY IN NEW YORK CITY.
Copyright 2005-2010 by Arabella and Trattoria Breve. All rights reserved. 10:31 AM
7 Comments:
((Arabella)) You can borrow my puppy... indefinitely. Kitchen dancing is so sweet. Gave me the warm fuzzies. :)
Yes, the kitchen dancing made me all misty-eyed... and thanks for the reminder about ashes today. I'm always alarmed when I leave the cocoon and see the first benoited soul. As if everyone's been bumping into chimneys. It takes me several ash sightings before I remember. Every year.
How about a cheesey, feel-good movie this evening? And a good Ty snuggle and hearty cabernet?
Sending good thoughts your way for more kitchen dances, delicious appetizers and whatever else you need to feel better soon. Only a few days left til vacation!
At leats the night cream was replaced. I was worried after the Great Conditioner Drought of 2006. ;)
If you need something to snuggle, I just happen to have a very cute cat on offer who purrs like a coffee pot and loves to give head-butts...
I promise I won't dance with him in my kitchen but I'd really like Ty to come and cook me a meal sometime, 'kay?
(Glad you got your night cream.)
Curling into the fetal position with puppies is highly overrated. They have a tendency to chew on your nose.
You people are really nice--offering me kitties and puppies, getting misty when I talk about my husband! Consider yourselves all seated at a Virtual Dinner cooked by Ty. :)
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