Leaving the house

I went to a thing today. Not only did I leave the house, go to work, come home and _not_ immediately change into pajama pants, but I had tickets to a thing and I went to it, all by myself, because the cold had wiped the ability to make plans out of my head.

It wasn't a superinteresting thing, I'll admit. It was 45 minutes of people from Cooks Illustrated answering audience questions, and it turns out I still hate the part where the audience gets to talk. But I went, and there were free cookies and I stole one for light, and then I went to clover to pick up dinner, and to Purple's to dose the cat and there's a distinct change I might even go to another thing, all by myself, tomorrow night.

I'm not very good at the doing things without Light, because it's still true that he's my favorite place to be, and with a couple exceptions (melissa ferrick and china mieville) interesting things without him are less fun than couch time with him.

I told someone (who has yet to have a usename, but he's getting close) today about my good-not-great job, and ended up musing upon what might be a great job for me. My answer was a den mother for a commune of very specific people. Further pondering made me realize that I think I'm possibly too bitchy/demanding/specific to ever actually achieve that goal, and that I should probably identify the skillset that makes me think I'd be good at that and turn it to some other nefarious purpose.

If only there were super-villains that specialized in organizing things.

Leaving the house

I went to a thing today. Not only did I leave the house, go to work, come home and _not_ immediately change into pajama pants, but I had tickets to a thing and I went to it, all by myself, because the cold had wiped the ability to make plans out of my head.

It wasn't a superinteresting thing, I'll admit. It was 45 minutes of people from Cooks Illustrated answering audience questions, and it turns out I still hate the part where the audience gets to talk. But I went, and there were free cookies and I stole one for light, and then I went to clover to pick up dinner, and to Purple's to dose the cat and there's a distinct change I might even go to another thing, all by myself, tomorrow night.

I'm not very good at the doing things without Light, because it's still true that he's my favorite place to be, and with a couple exceptions (melissa ferrick and china mieville) interesting things without him are less fun than couch time with him.

I told someone (who has yet to have a usename, but he's getting close) today about my good-not-great job, and ended up musing upon what might be a great job for me. My answer was a den mother for a commune of very specific people. Further pondering made me realize that I think I'm possibly too bitchy/demanding/specific to ever actually achieve that goal, and that I should probably identify the skillset that makes me think I'd be good at that and turn it to some other nefarious purpose.

If only there were super-villains that specialized in organizing things.