Sunday, still diseased
Feb. 3rd, 2008 09:41 pm Sunday morning, I dragged. I had slept badly due to the headcold, tossing and turning to drain my sinuses now and then and generally being miserable. We had invited
lisakit and her roommate to go with us to Costco for our run, but she bowed out for her own reasons.
I was mostly okay through the run. I started to feel better in the afternoon, so we got through our monthly shopping. Pseudoephedrine is a freakin' miracle, no doubt about that. While we were at Costco, a woman was wheeling around two tall bamboo plants in her basket, like she'd taken them out for a walk or something. She had her own private portable forest. The kids thought that was very silly.
When we got home, Yamaraashi-chan got an invite from her mother to go over in the afternoon and play with a close friend in town. I agreed that it would be good for her to go; she had no homework or other responsibilities unfinished, and Kouryou-chan would have her Sunday rehearsal.
I took Kouryou-chan to the theater and then found a little cafe' nearby. They claimed to have WiFi but I was never able to get on with my Linux box. Which was probably a good thing. Since my cold has me at a creative low, I took the time to try and organize my projects into something sensible. First sensible thing: "my" projects and the family's projects are two separate items. I try to accomplish my projects in the interstices of family responsibility, not despite them or because of them.
Anyway, I picked Kouryou-chan and went home. Yamaraashi-chan was home exactly on time. Omaha made a delicious warm shrimp, pasta, and tomato salad, and I had just enough energy left to water the cat, put the kids to bed, and then go to bed myself.
I was mostly okay through the run. I started to feel better in the afternoon, so we got through our monthly shopping. Pseudoephedrine is a freakin' miracle, no doubt about that. While we were at Costco, a woman was wheeling around two tall bamboo plants in her basket, like she'd taken them out for a walk or something. She had her own private portable forest. The kids thought that was very silly.
When we got home, Yamaraashi-chan got an invite from her mother to go over in the afternoon and play with a close friend in town. I agreed that it would be good for her to go; she had no homework or other responsibilities unfinished, and Kouryou-chan would have her Sunday rehearsal.
I took Kouryou-chan to the theater and then found a little cafe' nearby. They claimed to have WiFi but I was never able to get on with my Linux box. Which was probably a good thing. Since my cold has me at a creative low, I took the time to try and organize my projects into something sensible. First sensible thing: "my" projects and the family's projects are two separate items. I try to accomplish my projects in the interstices of family responsibility, not despite them or because of them.
Anyway, I picked Kouryou-chan and went home. Yamaraashi-chan was home exactly on time. Omaha made a delicious warm shrimp, pasta, and tomato salad, and I had just enough energy left to water the cat, put the kids to bed, and then go to bed myself.
