Daily Log

[kyra_ojosverdes]

12:00 am: Crawl into bed with a hot mug of Tension Tamer tea (so I can sleep at some point) and Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Silently praise Renfroe's taste in graduation gifts again, and giggle many times.

1:00 am: Rich, creamy sleep.

7:00 am: Walk across the room, still dreaming about pleasant and interesting things, and hit the snooze button. Repeat every 9 minutes in an amazing display of dream-insistence until 8:00 am.

8:00 am: Wake up, curse softly because the boys just missed the bus. Wake boys and set them to dressing and eating breakfast whilst I shower and dress.

8:30 am: Grab the sweatshirt I bought for Renfroe's birthday, put it on. Drop the boys off at school. On time. Pat self on back.

8:45 am: Walk into workplace. Hand two packs of candy to Borrowing Assistant, for the stocking of the public candy-jar. Hand Renfroe a bag of peanut butter cups and the shoe-waterproofing stuff he lent me about 8 months ago. Grin as Renfroe sees the shirt and recognizes it as the one he told me he'd really like to have. Do the back-and-forth banter about how much he likes my sweatshirt and how his life would be so much better if he owned one just like mine. Give Renfroe the shirt off my back, telling him he's lucky I'm wearing something underneath it. Give Renfroe a hug and wish him happy belated birthday.

12:30 pm: Too engrossed in work to break for lunch. Become aware of "really good food smells" coming from unknown source. Karen (the "Fiscal Officer," aka the one who knows where everything is and who does what, when) walks in and asks if I'd like lunch. Um.. sure! Go into hall, where yummy-type-Italian food is being served buffet-style for a School of Education meeting. Take a full plate, as Karen says she doesn't want any food going to waste. Go back to desk and continue with engrossing programming project while eating really yummy Italian-type food. Karen walks in with a plate of tiramisu, asking if I grabbed a dessert. Accept tiramisu, finish eating food, bite into tiramisu and do "melting in chair because it tastes so so good" maneuver. Start a journal entry.

1:00 pm: Phone rings. Answer phone, be puzzled when it's someone returning a call about a weight program. Smile to self because I don't need one. Wish caller a good day, and good luck finding the right person. Renfroe walks in with his plate of tiramisu and glass of coffee. Chat with Renfroe. Double over with laughter when Renfroe tells the Borrowing Assistant that he'll find plates of tiramisu hidden in the printer-supply cabinet.

At 3:00 pm, I'm scheduled to meet with creepass to discuss Eliza's latest Dr. appointment. I guess the doctor had some concerns about Eliza's gait, umbilical hernia, and possibly other stuff. I'm enjoying the good day as fully as I can, because chances are it'll end abruptly at 3.

Comments

lol

[mindscat.livejournal.com]

i have to laugh because i have a box of tension tamer tea in the cupboard (i LOVE celestial seasonings), i LOVE both terry pratchett and neil gaimen and i ~really~ like good omens, and tiramisu has to be one of my favorite desserts, although i rarely eat it. which is a good thing as all cake and other dessert type things go immediately to my thighs and ass anyway. they (meaning my thighs & ass) demand them. really, they do. they will tell me 'go eat that brownie...you KNOW you want it...bitch!' lol. i have sneaky ways aroud them though. i just don't keep that stuff on hand. i just keep certain kinds of cookies around for the boys...ie, the kind they love and i hate. and you know kids...they will eat damn near any kind of cookie.

Re: lol

[kyra-ojosverdes.livejournal.com]

I need to get that kind of cookie. My figure has been "in expansion" for some time now, and I'm currently looking quite womanly. That's not necessarily a bad thing, except when none of my clothes fit anymore.