"it never hurts to give thanks to the local gods"

I believed today was going to be busy.  I had the gym at 10:30, some errands to run, home to do dishes and laundry, out to a volunteer gig from 3-7, and then to a sleep study at MGH.

 

This morning, I get a message my sleep study has been cancelled because of my insurance provider's refusal to authorize.  At 2pm, I get an email saying the 3 o'clock gig was cancelled.

 

Cue a strange and aimless day.  I've definitely done a bunch of laundry and some dishes.  I could have made stew or done more errands or really anything, but instead I watched endless episodes of a police procedural, cross-stitched and lounged.  I managed not to buy a bunch of things on the internet,  but it was touch and go there for a little while.  (bralettes, plates, second-hand clothes, cross-stitch kits) 

 

Now that I'm not with Delight on Friday afternoons, I feel like my weeksaren't full enough, that three days of Spark and all the things I do to keep the house running just aren't enough.  Now, hopefully in the near future we'll be moving, and if the last time we moved is any indication, that'll be more than enough to keep me occupied for a while.  And if not, maybe I can throw myself into something else. 

 

Speaking of things to throw myself either into or at, the corp meeting last night was fascinating and there are so many interesting entry points and there are so many undercurrents I can only guess at.   I've taken a job with the convention that I'm probably not qualified for but I told the chair what I believed I was good at and let them choose.  (I believe I'm good at creating systems, breaking systems and absorbing stupid amounts of data.)  And if this is the hole they see, I'm happy to try to figure out how to best plug it.

 

I did binge-buy five pounds of individually wrapped clove candy while at the meeting last night.  And I finally found a good dress to wear the oddly-shaped weaponsgrade cleavage. If I'm technically street-legal topless I might as well take advantage of that.  

 

I managed to half-salvage the unappealing slow cooker pineapple curry, it's edible but nothing I'll ever make again.  Maybe tomorrow Spark and I will stroll down to the grocery store so I'll even have a pie to make tomorrow night.  I kind of have my eye on something called a nutmeg maple cream pie at the moment. 

 

Some days I can title these posts whatever pops into my head, whatever I've been listening to, and sometimes I need to feel like I've carefully chosen exactly the right line from exactly the right song, and that keeps me from posting at all.  Not tonight, perfectionist tendencies, not tonight.