Gravity is not my friend today. Found this in Cambridge a few years ago. Have posted it before. But, damn.
New pedometer, got in my goal 10K steps yesterday. Annoyingly. Got home late, mostly because I had so much left to put away with the others whose rooms had finally finished. Many technical difficulties in every room all day, many tired and tried folks. Missing our core support person - who was also ill this week. Bad cases that would have run long anyway, ran longer because of fritzing machinery. Everyone got out alive, so it must be counted as a good enough day. Came home and sat near comatose for a long while. Still not feeling well this week myself.
D asked what I wanted for dinner.
"Chicken marsala over ziti, from the Uptown Cafe. Or a meatball sandwich from there would do." This was not helpful, as D pointed out that they never did deliver, and we would not be anywhere near their delivery area if they did. But as he got hungry, and our own fridge offered no reasonable options, he walked over to the grocery store as I continued to meld with the sofa. And brought back quite reasonable meatballs from the deli, rolls, and heated the combination up with decent parmesan. Hungry as I'd gotten, it tasted nearly as good.
I slept hard but badly, with incoherent dreams full of irritating songs, work, Chinese money that turned into photographs, teeth and car trouble.
So, I didn't write the N post.