Getting Up and Getting On
I got up this morning. I didn’t want to. I felt sick. I think there is a distinct possibility that I am sick. I don’t know. The Tylenol for the body aches (of the last couple of days) didn’t do a lot, the Theraflu seemed to work a bit better. As a result, I brought one of the bottles to work with me, for when the last dose wears off.
Erin came home for lunch. That was cool. I am thinking we are falling into the work, school, life pattern where we both work, both go to school, and both miss each other until late at night or early in the morning. This pattern is not the most fun. In fact, I don’t enjoy it, at all.
However, while at home for lunch she asked a simple question, “What’s your plan for the day?”
My answer, “I don’t have a plan. I don’t plan.”
She then proceeded to point out that our first date was planned. I started to rebut with other examples and then realized I was not willing to fight that battle today and, since she’s better at some things (like arguing) than me, I should just drop the subject since I had at least one mental plan that did not include going to work.
I did hit the writing today. That was nice. I am at a point in what I am writing where I am desperate to get Alicia moved on from where I currently have her, and yet feel as though I need to slog through what I have her doing.
As a result of this, I did do some writing today.
In between episodes of writing, and installing garden lights around some of the garden space, I went for a walk down to The Riverwoods did a circuit around Borders to see if I could possibly convince myself to spend money I don’t have (I didn’t, in case anyone was curious), before walking back up to the house and doing more writing.
Around 3:30 or 4:00 p.m. I put together the garden lights, more detractors for potential lookee-loos, and then grabbed a piece of wood, a hammer, and the lights, and placed them around the house in places where people might be able to hide in shadows. Of course, one of the things I do when I get home is walk around the house and peer into the shadows, and then, you know, go downstairs, see my wife, eat something, go to bed. On Saturday we are getting a couple of motion sensor lights installed in the back that will light up if someone walks through there, again, more detractors for people that don’t need to be in places they are not wanted.
Outside of all that, the door is still hung, it still works, it still locks, and I think Erin is still willing to sit at home, alone, with all of the doors shut, bolted, flip-locked, etc. until I get home.
Walking down to Borders was an interesting walk. Not necessarily long, just a walk because I am feeling pudgy, and probably looking a bit pudgy. What is interesting about it is, in part, the car parked in a field that is covered and, truth told, I don’t see a reason for it to be there. What was interesting was see where grass was sprayed (as opposed to sod laid down) and how often the person doing the spraying missed his mark and hit everything but dirt. What was interesting was the number of grey hairs driving down the road and hitting the rumble strips making their cars sound like they were falling apart (and one time, it sounded like the engine had a serious problem) before I realized that the individuals were just really bad drivers.
When I got back home, I locked myself in the house.
I don’t always lock myself in the house. It was nice to be able to do that.
I guess, the other interesting thing, for me, about the day was putting together the solar garden lights. I don’t know why I would’ve cared (or not) but they all had rechargeable AA batteries. I thought that was very cool; though, at the same time, I am not (at all) sure how they turn on and off. Maybe (this is me postulating here people) they don’t turn off and a good, sunny, day runs both the battery AND the light (small LED job) while the lights hang out in the garden.
Erin recently (today) told me she wasn’t feeling well and then started an online chant about how she couldn’t be sick. Which was interesting in the sense that had she been right there I doubt she would’ve gone through the chant in my presence. I, however, would’ve done the chant in her presence. On the flipside, she can growl at me, but I am not allowed to growl at her since (apparently) my growling is scary. She told me (on the someday scale) that we would probably have daughters that were like her and that when I made faces (like she does) it will probably scare her.
The future… (no, no one we know (intimately) is pregnant) prospects of parenthood are so wonderful to think about.
Anyway, that’s about it for the day.
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