"it sure as shit ain't sad."

Another too-short weekend. I'm tempted to think that the next dozen or so won't be so short, because there won't be any work on the other side of them, but I have a feeling that Light going back to work on Monday will make them still feel too short.

Friday was a lovely, quiet do-nothing night. The aforementioned magical dinner, a quick walk around the cemetery across the street and a night on the couch. Saturday was post office and farmer's market and a couple other errandy things, then home for chores and back out to see The Worst Movie Ever in awesome company. Under no circumstances should anyone ever go see Fantastic Four: Rise of the unfortunate eye makeup. A quick jaunt to Amherst to determine that the Taste was going to thwart our dinner plans, back to Northampton for Thai and then to our place for Boggle and Wii.

Today was another awesome brunch at Esselon. The egg sandwich is just as good as the breakfast burrito, and each successive dish there startles me with its goodness, and then back to the movie theater to see an antidote movie. Ocean's Thirteen is a fantastic romp. To B&N to read more of the last Huff novel, grocery shopping, and then home for more laundry, the obligatory Father's Day calls (dear gods do I prickle when Light talks to his family about my impending unemployment), Serbian leek cakes for dinner and more couch time.

I wonder what next Sunday will be like. I guess I'll find out soon enough, and should probably try to put a lid on the fretting at least until then.

With the exception of a couple weeks between temp jobs, I'm pretty sure I've been working straight through since my college graduation. I realized last week that I've been working at the hospital longer than I've been doing anything else. Longer than I was in college, longer than I've been in any one relationship. The only thing other than blood relations that has been around longer than this employer is the telephone number I got the first week I moved to Northampton and kept through all the moves and all the living situation changes, and soon enough, that'll be going away as well.

This isn't a poor-me train of thought, I'm both grateful for and have worked towards being in a position where I can do this. It's just...unsettling and I'm entering that feeling of unreality into which I plunge when I can't immediately process the changes I'm undergoing. I feel like I'm going to wake up any second and it'll be two months ago, when we were only kind of talking about moving and me quitting. But there are no takebacks at this point, and I'm trying to convince myself I wouldn't want them if there were. Hopefully, whatever happens next will be both interesting and good.

On another note entirely, does anyone want to see King Lear outdoors this summer? The venue has its own bug spray bar.

"it sure as shit ain't sad."

Another too-short weekend. I'm tempted to think that the next dozen or so won't be so short, because there won't be any work on the other side of them, but I have a feeling that Light going back to work on Monday will make them still feel too short.

Friday was a lovely, quiet do-nothing night. The aforementioned magical dinner, a quick walk around the cemetery across the street and a night on the couch. Saturday was post office and farmer's market and a couple other errandy things, then home for chores and back out to see The Worst Movie Ever in awesome company. Under no circumstances should anyone ever go see Fantastic Four: Rise of the unfortunate eye makeup. A quick jaunt to Amherst to determine that the Taste was going to thwart our dinner plans, back to Northampton for Thai and then to our place for Boggle and Wii.

Today was another awesome brunch at Esselon. The egg sandwich is just as good as the breakfast burrito, and each successive dish there startles me with its goodness, and then back to the movie theater to see an antidote movie. Ocean's Thirteen is a fantastic romp. To B&N to read more of the last Huff novel, grocery shopping, and then home for more laundry, the obligatory Father's Day calls (dear gods do I prickle when Light talks to his family about my impending unemployment), Serbian leek cakes for dinner and more couch time.

I wonder what next Sunday will be like. I guess I'll find out soon enough, and should probably try to put a lid on the fretting at least until then.

With the exception of a couple weeks between temp jobs, I'm pretty sure I've been working straight through since my college graduation. I realized last week that I've been working at the hospital longer than I've been doing anything else. Longer than I was in college, longer than I've been in any one relationship. The only thing other than blood relations that has been around longer than this employer is the telephone number I got the first week I moved to Northampton and kept through all the moves and all the living situation changes, and soon enough, that'll be going away as well.

This isn't a poor-me train of thought, I'm both grateful for and have worked towards being in a position where I can do this. It's just...unsettling and I'm entering that feeling of unreality into which I plunge when I can't immediately process the changes I'm undergoing. I feel like I'm going to wake up any second and it'll be two months ago, when we were only kind of talking about moving and me quitting. But there are no takebacks at this point, and I'm trying to convince myself I wouldn't want them if there were. Hopefully, whatever happens next will be both interesting and good.

On another note entirely, does anyone want to see King Lear outdoors this summer? The venue has its own bug spray bar.