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ladysprite) wrote2004-09-20 09:09 pm
ladysprite) wrote2004-09-20 09:09 pm
Much, Much Better
Today was full of good things. I am very grateful for this, because I desperately needed a good day.
I managed to sleep late, at least by my own standards, tucked snug under my warm cozy blankets next to my warm cuddly sweetheart until well after sunrise. There were baked goods for breakfast, and TNT has finally started rerunning the first seaon of ER - no more strange unsympathetic new characters; we're back in the land where Carter looked and acted like a teenager and inter-character angst didn't involve death, addiction, or mutilation.
It was bright and crisp and sunny and cool and warm all at the same time. The scrapes along my back from where my Wicked Master pushed me down an asphalt hill have started healing to the point where I can wander around with only minor discomfort, so I spent most of the day finding gratuitous excuses to wander around town.
(All right. He didn't exactly push me, and it wasn't exactly hill; more of a gentle slope. And it was mostly my fault for being a stubborn wench. But it doesn't make nearly as good of a story that way....)
The library just happened to have the book I have been desperately searching for; the Sprint store in Harvard Square gave me a free super-duper extendalife battery just for asking them why my phone won't hold a charge. Fire and Ice happens to be the best new restaurant I've found in forever and a day. The new Penzey's Spice catalog includes a big picture of one of the postcards I sent for their contest, complete with smiley-face. Half a dozen relatives that I had written off as lost causes just let me know that they'll be coming to the wedding.
The most difficult decision I face right now is whether to curl up with a good movie and my stitchery or background music and a book. Life should always be this hard....
I managed to sleep late, at least by my own standards, tucked snug under my warm cozy blankets next to my warm cuddly sweetheart until well after sunrise. There were baked goods for breakfast, and TNT has finally started rerunning the first seaon of ER - no more strange unsympathetic new characters; we're back in the land where Carter looked and acted like a teenager and inter-character angst didn't involve death, addiction, or mutilation.
It was bright and crisp and sunny and cool and warm all at the same time. The scrapes along my back from where my Wicked Master pushed me down an asphalt hill have started healing to the point where I can wander around with only minor discomfort, so I spent most of the day finding gratuitous excuses to wander around town.
(All right. He didn't exactly push me, and it wasn't exactly hill; more of a gentle slope. And it was mostly my fault for being a stubborn wench. But it doesn't make nearly as good of a story that way....)
The library just happened to have the book I have been desperately searching for; the Sprint store in Harvard Square gave me a free super-duper extendalife battery just for asking them why my phone won't hold a charge. Fire and Ice happens to be the best new restaurant I've found in forever and a day. The new Penzey's Spice catalog includes a big picture of one of the postcards I sent for their contest, complete with smiley-face. Half a dozen relatives that I had written off as lost causes just let me know that they'll be coming to the wedding.
The most difficult decision I face right now is whether to curl up with a good movie and my stitchery or background music and a book. Life should always be this hard....
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