It's a beautiful sunny day. I have a long list of things I want and need to accomplish today. I'm inexplicably excited about going grocery shopping and cleaning the house. I think it's probably because the last two weeks have been filled with so much anxiety about Phoebe.
I also have real work to do at work. I've been assigned to work with the manager of support services. Here's where my old school programming knowledge is coming in handy. Apparently, there are no references for the support folks and of course programmers can't be bothered with writing doc as they go along. Ta dah! Here I am. And I told the manager about things such as error codes, error logs, and how to reference them. Yay, me.
I am still semi-hetero-crushing on Rosita. Let me tell you, this girl is a firecracker. Yet I can't bring myself to write down what she tells me, no matter that it makes me laugh until I cry.
This past week, I worked on sorting out my finances. I've put up an ad on roomiematch.com that has garnered precisely zero inquiries. Really? It's just as well because I have some massive cleaning up to do before I could show the house or the room to anybody.
I'm also pleased because I've figured out a way to feed myself during the week that doesn't involve the expensive but very, very good cafeteria(s) at work. And along with that, a method for making dinner that won't involve more than five minutes at the microwave and maybe three dishes. Lately, I've been living on oatmeal and grits. I like it, but seriously, enough is more than enough.
Oh, the bike thing. I'm still nursing that fall I took a couple of weeks ago. Circumstances have prevented me from getting in any time on the bike during the week. I have today but tomorrow, it's supposed to rain. I do plan on going on the Tour and when I'm done is when I'm done. I'm not forcing myself to go through the whole 42 miles. Then I can decide if I'll try it again next year. But I do have to get back to the point where cycling is biking, which means it's fun and not some grim task I've set for myself.
A list awaits, but don't it always?
1 comment:
I envy you the biking thing. I took my bike out the other day, just for a toodle around the block, and a hard reality was introduced to me -- even the most minor of inclines makes my knees scream.
There are nothing BUT inclines around here.
There will be a recline stationary in my future.
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