I have a lot of things on my mind today, few of which have anything to do with anything else. So this is going to be a very choppy post.
The day didn’t exactly start auspiciously–I slept right through the alarm clock. Apparently Joe decided I must have had a doctor’s appointment, because he didn’t wake me up. So when I woke up at 6:14, I just about had a cow. I frantically threw on some clothes and ran out the door. As you might presume, I hit every red light between home and my office–some of them kept me sitting there for three minutes (yes, I timed it because I was just in that pissy kind of a mood). I made it to work on time, but then my computer took so long to boot up I was 53 seconds late clocking in. And the very first thing was a manager calling me wanting something right then, so I had to take care of that before I could start doing my usual morning routine. And then I made a really stupid mistake on one of my morning reports. I think I had quit cussing violently by 8 a.m., but won’t swear to the fact.
Yesterday when I got home from work, I began researching and writing a scene for the Juarez show, based on Ramona Morales and her daughter, Sylvia. I had the brilliant idea of using El Dia de Los Muertos as the setting, and was delighted to find an interview with Sra. Morales that she gave as part of a Dia de Los Muertos celebration. I’ll need to do a little more research and tweak it a bit, but overall I’m pretty happy with that scene.
While I was working on that, I needed Joe for something. So I called out, “Hey, honey, could you please come here for a minute.” Molly got there before Joe did! We experimented a few more times, and sure enough, every time I call for my honey or sweetheart to come for a minute, Molly runs into the room. She is one smart cookie.
I had called the surgeon’s office yesterday because the pain in my breast that started back up has continued, and even worsened a bit. It was this morning before they got back with me. Apparently it’s just to be expected, and should gradually lessen. I feel like such a baby, but as soon as I hung up the phone I had to cry for a few moments. There’s nothing like having stabbing pains in your breast with every step you take, or just sitting at your computer and feeling those pains twinge. I want so badly to get back to my normal life (well, as normal as my life ever gets, anyway), and it just is so hard to force myself to slow down and recognize that I can’t do everything I want to be doing yet. I’ve already had to push back my return to the gym. I’d planned to start back up this week, but with the pain had to recognize that I’m not ready yet. Joe reminded me that when Dr. W. was doing the biopsy, the tumor broke into bits, and she had to dig to get it all out. So that’s what I’m feeling, and I know it’s just part of the healing process, but it’s so frustrating.
I just went to the bathroom a few minutes ago. I’d been needing to go for a few hours but, typically, put it off until there was no way I could put it off any longer. I was in there for a few minutes. Let’s just say that I’ve been eating more fiber again lately. And when I went to flush, well, the toilet didn’t flush. I walked out and very embarrassedly told L. that I couldn’t flush the toilet. Yeah, he said, they had to cut off the water because there was a leak in the men’s room. I really feel sorry for whoever gets to go flush the toilet once the water’s back on. And I’m excruciatingly embarrassed that if it’s L., he’ll know it was me who left that mess there. And we just got an e-mail from HR saying that there are no bathroom facilities in the building right now because apparently there’s a broken pipe. Yippee. I was going to eat my lunch here, but maybe I’ll go out just so I can get another potty visit in before returning, just in case the repairs take longer than they anticipated.
Last night when I got home from the meeting I was, as I always am after the meetings, too wired to sleep. So I put in The Illusionist. Wow! I was really impressed with the movie. I figured it would be good, just based on what I’d seen in previews, but it was better than I would have anticipated. The cinematography was exquisite. I liked the story and the acting. And yes, I saw the twist coming a mile away, but it was still well executed. I gave it 5 stars.
As if I hadn’t already given you enough reason to know how incredibly dorky I am, I confess that after quite a long time of wanting one, I ordered a wand from Alivans today. So when I go see the Harry Potter movie and go to the midnight party to get my book, I will not only be wearing my hot pink Tonks wig, but I will be carrying my wand.
Have I embarrassed myself enough for one day? I really think I have. So I’ll quit now. Except to add that I have to work late tonight to catch up on my beginning-of-the-month work. Not fun. I’d really rather go home and lay on the sofa and read and be petulant. I guess I’ll just have to be at work and be petulant.
