: asleep and awake
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I was dreaming of my old workplace again, that I was there for some reason. I knew I didn't work there any more, but I was back somehow. I looked around the place, which was now full of metal shelves bursting with books, and noticed some of my own books that I'd left behind accidentally. Pat, my boss, was talking to me about something and I mentioned that I had gathered up my books. "I didn't tell you to do that," she said.
Then I woke up. Cathy was tired because Sarah, for some reason, had crept into our bed last night, and spent her time either lying sideways or kicking us until about 2, when I said, "Sarah, go on back to your own bed now." She did, but Cathy didn't get that sleep back, or even get back to sleep.
The nice warm weather continues. It's over 40 outside, and sunny enough I took off my fleece jacket before I went to get Sarah from the bus. My day was spent working the pledge drive (as volunteer supervisor, it turns out) at the NPR station in Amherst again. I had a pleasant time, slightly bittersweet with the knowledge of my impending departure. I'll be back for my last day on Friday.
Tomorrow should be nice as well -- I'll be meeting up with![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
gerisullivan to have lunch and look at the book store in Palmer. This was going to happen yesterday, but she did some research and found that the diner and the book store don't open on Mondays.
Cathy is working late every night until Thursday, as the college president has decreed that the library shall be open late. So I'll be taking Sarah to dance class tonight, and making dinner before that. I'd better skip a few pages in my FL instead of trying to catch up with the whole day at once. My day, already shortened by the radio station stint, lost another hour when I went grocery shopping, and when I got home with about a half hour for myself, I found that a jar of pickles has been lying in the back of a shelf in the fridge, carefully coating it with juice, which has morphed into something thick and sticky like honey, so I had to clean that up as well.
My toe is getting better, I do believe. My foot hurts a little in other places now from favoring the toe. This might be a metaphor for my life.
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I was dreaming of my old workplace again, that I was there for some reason. I knew I didn't work there any more, but I was back somehow. I looked around the place, which was now full of metal shelves bursting with books, and noticed some of my own books that I'd left behind accidentally. Pat, my boss, was talking to me about something and I mentioned that I had gathered up my books. "I didn't tell you to do that," she said.
Then I woke up. Cathy was tired because Sarah, for some reason, had crept into our bed last night, and spent her time either lying sideways or kicking us until about 2, when I said, "Sarah, go on back to your own bed now." She did, but Cathy didn't get that sleep back, or even get back to sleep.
The nice warm weather continues. It's over 40 outside, and sunny enough I took off my fleece jacket before I went to get Sarah from the bus. My day was spent working the pledge drive (as volunteer supervisor, it turns out) at the NPR station in Amherst again. I had a pleasant time, slightly bittersweet with the knowledge of my impending departure. I'll be back for my last day on Friday.
Tomorrow should be nice as well -- I'll be meeting up with
gerisullivan to have lunch and look at the book store in Palmer. This was going to happen yesterday, but she did some research and found that the diner and the book store don't open on Mondays.Cathy is working late every night until Thursday, as the college president has decreed that the library shall be open late. So I'll be taking Sarah to dance class tonight, and making dinner before that. I'd better skip a few pages in my FL instead of trying to catch up with the whole day at once. My day, already shortened by the radio station stint, lost another hour when I went grocery shopping, and when I got home with about a half hour for myself, I found that a jar of pickles has been lying in the back of a shelf in the fridge, carefully coating it with juice, which has morphed into something thick and sticky like honey, so I had to clean that up as well.
My toe is getting better, I do believe. My foot hurts a little in other places now from favoring the toe. This might be a metaphor for my life.
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