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Aug. 14th, 2006 05:12 pmTo be completely honest, the most important thing I had to do today went well, and I suppose that's what matters most. If I had to choose between this going right and everything else going wrong, versus the opposite, I know without a doubt that that's what I'd choose - and that's exactly what happened.
That said, I started the day by driving my other half to the oral surgeon to have his wisdom teeth removed under general anesthesia. He's never been under anesthesia before, and I'm not used to having him be the helpless one in the relationship - between that and the fact that I know enough about anesthesia to be somewhat afraid of it, I spent a rather anxious half-hour or so in the waiting room, until the assistant came to tell me that everything was fine and he was waking up smoothly. Apparently I looked worried enough that the receptionist asked me if I was feeling well or if I needed to sit. Then again, telling me that I look pale and worried is rather like telling me that I look like.... well, myself.
That was about the last thing to go smoothly today.
When we got home, we settled in to spend the afternoon in the living room - him on the sofa dozing and watching tv, me fiddling with my laptop. I'm finally at a point where I have the time and the inclination to work on some of my translating projects for the SCA, so I thought I'd work on transferring some of the stuff I already have done from MS Word to the web-building program, so I can put it online. Unfortunately, though, it seems the two programs are incompatible. Instead of hitting copy/paste half a dozen times, I'll have to retype everything. All 42 pages.
I can live with that, though. So I started to type, and I worked on the project until my wrists started to hurt, and then I decided it was time to go check on the cat I'm pet-sitting for. And I drove 15 miles to their house, parked in front of their doorstep, and realized that I had left the key to their front door back at home on top of my television. Of course, by the time I had made it back home and grabbed the key, rush-hour traffic had hit and the drive back down through Boston was approaching an hour long to travel those fifteen miles. At my sweetie's urging, I decided to postpone the cat-feeding until later this evening.
Instead, I decided to take a short walk into Medford Square. I had some paychecks I needed to deposit, and I wanted to stop by the library - I'm halfway through my current book on tape, so it's time to put the next one on hold. Of course, once I got to the library, I found that in spite of having worked just fine last week, my library card was frozen because 'my information had expired.' Eventually, the librarian managed to fix it, but apparently while we were figuring the problem out, half a dozen other people placed holds on the two books I was looking for.
Not a problem, though. It was still a little while before 5pm; I could at least get my last errand run. I walked across the square to my bank, just in time to learn that their new, patron-friendly hours include closing at 4pm on weekdays.
I'm home now, and I've decided that this is a message from the universe that I'm just not supposed to be productive today. Instead, I will spend the rest of the day on the sofa, playing computer solitaire and watching Quantum Leap reruns. I'm a bit afraid to make dinner; I had planned on making soup for my poor chewing-impaired sweetie, but at this point I think anything more complicated than cold cereal might be risking the wrath of some supreme being in charge of doling out accomplishment.....
That said, I started the day by driving my other half to the oral surgeon to have his wisdom teeth removed under general anesthesia. He's never been under anesthesia before, and I'm not used to having him be the helpless one in the relationship - between that and the fact that I know enough about anesthesia to be somewhat afraid of it, I spent a rather anxious half-hour or so in the waiting room, until the assistant came to tell me that everything was fine and he was waking up smoothly. Apparently I looked worried enough that the receptionist asked me if I was feeling well or if I needed to sit. Then again, telling me that I look pale and worried is rather like telling me that I look like.... well, myself.
That was about the last thing to go smoothly today.
When we got home, we settled in to spend the afternoon in the living room - him on the sofa dozing and watching tv, me fiddling with my laptop. I'm finally at a point where I have the time and the inclination to work on some of my translating projects for the SCA, so I thought I'd work on transferring some of the stuff I already have done from MS Word to the web-building program, so I can put it online. Unfortunately, though, it seems the two programs are incompatible. Instead of hitting copy/paste half a dozen times, I'll have to retype everything. All 42 pages.
I can live with that, though. So I started to type, and I worked on the project until my wrists started to hurt, and then I decided it was time to go check on the cat I'm pet-sitting for. And I drove 15 miles to their house, parked in front of their doorstep, and realized that I had left the key to their front door back at home on top of my television. Of course, by the time I had made it back home and grabbed the key, rush-hour traffic had hit and the drive back down through Boston was approaching an hour long to travel those fifteen miles. At my sweetie's urging, I decided to postpone the cat-feeding until later this evening.
Instead, I decided to take a short walk into Medford Square. I had some paychecks I needed to deposit, and I wanted to stop by the library - I'm halfway through my current book on tape, so it's time to put the next one on hold. Of course, once I got to the library, I found that in spite of having worked just fine last week, my library card was frozen because 'my information had expired.' Eventually, the librarian managed to fix it, but apparently while we were figuring the problem out, half a dozen other people placed holds on the two books I was looking for.
Not a problem, though. It was still a little while before 5pm; I could at least get my last errand run. I walked across the square to my bank, just in time to learn that their new, patron-friendly hours include closing at 4pm on weekdays.
I'm home now, and I've decided that this is a message from the universe that I'm just not supposed to be productive today. Instead, I will spend the rest of the day on the sofa, playing computer solitaire and watching Quantum Leap reruns. I'm a bit afraid to make dinner; I had planned on making soup for my poor chewing-impaired sweetie, but at this point I think anything more complicated than cold cereal might be risking the wrath of some supreme being in charge of doling out accomplishment.....
