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baby, where did our night go?
Nov. 14th, 2003 03:15 amI am now going to detail how good my evening was not.
Which is not to say it was bad... it just wasn't anything.
I came upstairs around 7:30 PM to make a cd for CJ, and while I was waiting for the tracks to go from one cd to the computer and back to the other cd (since this laptop has a single combo drive), I was sitting on my bed. I'd decided to take the day off from trying to accomplish anything outside of my house, because it was cold and windy all day and I wasn't feeling ambitious. I decided to do Cold Weather Things like eating chili and drinking hot spiced cider.
The thing is, when you aren't working, it becomes difficult to justify spending the day at home doing nothing. If you were working you'd theoretically have two days off every week and you might spend at least one of them vegging. But when you're not working, a pressure develops to do something productive every day and never have a day of downtime, because the assumption of the outside world is that all your time is downtime. So I'd spent all day halfheartedly getting ready to do something, thinking, "Well, I need candles. I might go out and get some candles. Maybe I'll return the house things to Target; I don't need the masking or measuring tapes, because I'm not going to paint." That was the guilty little voice that thought I ought to be accomplishing things, whereas the much louder voice that actually pays attention to how well I'm feeling said, "You should totally stay home, hang out, do some reading and knitting, and watch Friends when it comes on."
But as it happened, I fell asleep around 7:45, and didn't wake up again until after midnight. Except once or twice to move my cat, who is being awfully chummy. Just a second ago I reached for a pillow to put behind my head, and got a handful of silky grey fur instead; he has glued himself to my general head/shoulder area. When I got up around 12:15 or so, I took care of the dog (who is behaving really, really badly, possibly because nobody paid attention to her all evening), had some tea, sat and read for a while, but within about an hour and a half, I was ready to go back to bed. So I have, and now I'm going to go back to sleep.
Except I'm really cold. You wouldn't think I would be - the indoor temp is set to 70 degrees, which is a nice bearable winter temp, and I have a down comforter and a heavy flannel sheet set and I'm wearing nice cozy flannel pajamas. If I wore socks I'd be too hot, but without them, my feet are freezing. I feel like I'm coming down with a cold or something, but I don't think that's the case. Probably just adjusting to the change in the weather.
Which is not to say it was bad... it just wasn't anything.
I came upstairs around 7:30 PM to make a cd for CJ, and while I was waiting for the tracks to go from one cd to the computer and back to the other cd (since this laptop has a single combo drive), I was sitting on my bed. I'd decided to take the day off from trying to accomplish anything outside of my house, because it was cold and windy all day and I wasn't feeling ambitious. I decided to do Cold Weather Things like eating chili and drinking hot spiced cider.
The thing is, when you aren't working, it becomes difficult to justify spending the day at home doing nothing. If you were working you'd theoretically have two days off every week and you might spend at least one of them vegging. But when you're not working, a pressure develops to do something productive every day and never have a day of downtime, because the assumption of the outside world is that all your time is downtime. So I'd spent all day halfheartedly getting ready to do something, thinking, "Well, I need candles. I might go out and get some candles. Maybe I'll return the house things to Target; I don't need the masking or measuring tapes, because I'm not going to paint." That was the guilty little voice that thought I ought to be accomplishing things, whereas the much louder voice that actually pays attention to how well I'm feeling said, "You should totally stay home, hang out, do some reading and knitting, and watch Friends when it comes on."
But as it happened, I fell asleep around 7:45, and didn't wake up again until after midnight. Except once or twice to move my cat, who is being awfully chummy. Just a second ago I reached for a pillow to put behind my head, and got a handful of silky grey fur instead; he has glued himself to my general head/shoulder area. When I got up around 12:15 or so, I took care of the dog (who is behaving really, really badly, possibly because nobody paid attention to her all evening), had some tea, sat and read for a while, but within about an hour and a half, I was ready to go back to bed. So I have, and now I'm going to go back to sleep.
Except I'm really cold. You wouldn't think I would be - the indoor temp is set to 70 degrees, which is a nice bearable winter temp, and I have a down comforter and a heavy flannel sheet set and I'm wearing nice cozy flannel pajamas. If I wore socks I'd be too hot, but without them, my feet are freezing. I feel like I'm coming down with a cold or something, but I don't think that's the case. Probably just adjusting to the change in the weather.
