No caffeine after 2pm, and I slept like a log. I'm snoring more, but maybe that's deeper sleep? Dunno.
No biking, but had to go back home to get Jet something else, so that was good. And we're Rec. Centering tonight.
I don't know why I'm feeling down right now. We just had our little celebratory lunch for the release that was finished in April. And I'm feeling depressed and sad and cranky.
Post-partum, I guess.
Plus a dab of hormones, hopefully.
Eye strain from contacts to glasses. Sadness at such a beautiful day and so much to do and then vacation in just a week, so what's the point anyway in getting much done? Plans made and not followed through. Also having my boss tell everyone that the mugs were somone else's idea when they were mine; but what's important was that they got made, right?
He figured it out without me saying anything, which was mildly superhuman in my point of view and apologized for crediting the wrong people without my saying anything. I hadn't realized how much it mean to me until he said that. *sigh*
Anyway... just feeling down. Doesn't help hearing that the shiny new, red acrylic mugs we'd bought because some folks didn't want "something they'd break" may not hold hot liquids very well. Or they might crack. I did need something inexpensive, but I hadn't wanted it to be cheap. One good thing is that I may well be going out to the Bay Area on business in August, and I'll do my best two add a weekend to the trip so that I can visit with folks and maybe play a game or two of Dogs in the Vineyard. The Dog Days of August. Seems apropriate to me.
Been gradually populating my icons with abstracts from iTunes, just snapping things that catch my fancy and cutting them down to size. Just anything that looks cool and since it's musically generated, probably oddly unique, or enough so that I'm enjoying them, and some seem to capture a mood pretty well, for me at least... Or they're just pretty... read into it what you will.
"I wish I could have 70 hours per week of your time."
Egoboo to an old contractor, for sure.
But oddly worrying for someone that's been working part time for 4 years. Who can finally can feel her hands again and dreams in something other than code and tricky, successful assassinations.
Came home and found Jet and John stationed in front of the TV, watching Fear Factor. Jet had decided he wasn't going to go to the Rec. Center, he wanted to stay home.
I didn't mind that.
We watched a bit, flipped a lot. I got ready to make dinner and then Jet announced that he wanted to go swimming. It was already nearly 6 by then. So John and Jet went and swam at the neighborhood pool while I made dinner. It's good to have the option, and they had a good time. I stayed dry. I probably should do something tomorrow morning to make up for not having exercise.
Jet came home and scarfed down a huge bowl of brown rice and sprinkles with teriyaki sauce ("My favorite sauce in the whole wide world!") and played trains while John and I picked up the whole house. Now he's watching Dora, quite contentedly, one episode before going to bed.
I'm listening to random music from the new collection at home. Bits of Pi startle me through lengths of Gabriel and Paul Simon and Madonna. I was foolish and scheduled a meeting for tomorrow morning, but then Jet and I will have the rest of the day to putz about, greet the cleaners (Jet announced, "I have a broom! I'll help the cleaners!"), go to the library and hit Pier 1 to see if they have cheap cappacino cups. I cheerfully made myself a decaf cap tonight and enjoyed it quite happily, and have no jitters.
I guess I should drink decaf more often. All the flavor enjoyment when I roast my own, but no fierce tension.