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tropeWhich is a good problem to have, I guess, if you're me.
This time last week I was running around with the spectacular Aim, who always makes me feel as if there's finally enough air in the room. We went to the local fancy restaurant and got recognized by the owner (yay!! I figured after eight months, we'd been forgotten) and also went out for some Neo-Futurist theater, which was all about chance and randomness. At one point, a cast member pointed to me and said, "Okay, we need you to go pick up a pizza for us." And I did. There's really no good way to describe it, beyond that.
I just racked my brain to try and remember what fun thing I'd done on Tuesday. I couldn't go out to knit with the ladies of the AGK, but I remember having a great time, and it was on the tip of my brain... then I recalled: I was at work on Tuesday night. It went so well, and was so relaxed, that it felt like a great social event. I can't wait to go back and see that group of people again.
This week was also the Big Company Party... this is the week of the year when we do a lot of fundraising, so we have a big fancy party for all the donors. They're kind enough to let the worker bees attend, and kind enough to host us a little after-party afterwards. This year one of my friends got an award, and I got to meet Susan Wood, who is kind of a hero of mine. And then we stayed far too late at the after-party, Craig lost his hat, and I lost my good-girl status. I may even have learned my lesson for next year.
Yesterday I trekked out to the burbs to see a bunch of friends that I don't spend near enough time with in person. Rogue is about 89 rows away from being finished. And the dinner date was fabulous.
I didn't find much time to go to the gym this week. (In fact, I'm skipping gym even now as I write.) But I don't regret it one bit. Is it the warm weather, or am I doing this to myself? I feel so much better than I have in the last two months, that it's like finally waking up after a long night of bad dreams. Whee!
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*Sorry for the big diary entry; I've found that this is the place where I go to remember things, so I wanted to get them "on paper". Insightful analysis, perhaps, next week.
This time last week I was running around with the spectacular Aim, who always makes me feel as if there's finally enough air in the room. We went to the local fancy restaurant and got recognized by the owner (yay!! I figured after eight months, we'd been forgotten) and also went out for some Neo-Futurist theater, which was all about chance and randomness. At one point, a cast member pointed to me and said, "Okay, we need you to go pick up a pizza for us." And I did. There's really no good way to describe it, beyond that.
I just racked my brain to try and remember what fun thing I'd done on Tuesday. I couldn't go out to knit with the ladies of the AGK, but I remember having a great time, and it was on the tip of my brain... then I recalled: I was at work on Tuesday night. It went so well, and was so relaxed, that it felt like a great social event. I can't wait to go back and see that group of people again.
This week was also the Big Company Party... this is the week of the year when we do a lot of fundraising, so we have a big fancy party for all the donors. They're kind enough to let the worker bees attend, and kind enough to host us a little after-party afterwards. This year one of my friends got an award, and I got to meet Susan Wood, who is kind of a hero of mine. And then we stayed far too late at the after-party, Craig lost his hat, and I lost my good-girl status. I may even have learned my lesson for next year.
Yesterday I trekked out to the burbs to see a bunch of friends that I don't spend near enough time with in person. Rogue is about 89 rows away from being finished. And the dinner date was fabulous.
I didn't find much time to go to the gym this week. (In fact, I'm skipping gym even now as I write.) But I don't regret it one bit. Is it the warm weather, or am I doing this to myself? I feel so much better than I have in the last two months, that it's like finally waking up after a long night of bad dreams. Whee!
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*Sorry for the big diary entry; I've found that this is the place where I go to remember things, so I wanted to get them "on paper". Insightful analysis, perhaps, next week.
