Birthday greetings

I would like to wish Keith a very happy birthday.  I hope he spends this evening killing zombies with Jeff; I’m off to Cindy’s after work with all the gear I laboriously humped up to the fourth floor, only to find that our dreams of a practice room were a prank to the facilities manager.  Sigh.  Anyway, I will sing and play and ingest Cindy’s daughter’s chili.

My digestion is in a state which candidly can only be described as appalling

However, I endeavour to persevere.

Work is better.

It is an extremely grey, overcast day, and yet it is so humid that it might as well be London ON the first week of August.

Miss Margot  CROSSED THE STREET THIS MORNING.  Right in front of us, as we were coming home from the Big 6.  Grr.

I wanted to add a link, but it seems to be broken. So, whatever http://www.boingboing.net/2011/07/07/zombie-bikinis.html

A little expedition

Jeff was feeling well enough later in the day yesterday that we went for a walk in Deer Lake Park, which was very pleasant, and then we went to my office because I wanted to show him that incredibly oddball building, and then we did a small shop, and he mowed the grass while I did the weed whipping.  Today I hope he’ll help me with Ziva’s headlight.

SGA fest

Jeff’s feeling porely so I’m hanging around the house trying to tempt his flagging appetite with treats.  Mike invited me to the beach but my knees can’t deal again yet.  So we’re having a StarGate Atlantis fest instead.  Later on we’ll go to Robert Burnaby park, where many outdoor shots were taken.

One thing and another

Home = disaster.  I should probably spend the entire holiday weekend cleaning.

Work = interesting.  My boss came up to me after the town hall and said “You got it half right” (I had offered my predictions as to what would happen).  I have help now for the biggest project and I am fervently thankful for my team mates.

Personal life = large tub of anomie.  Church is over for the year but meetings continue (I missed one recently).  I have no significant other and no prospect of either meeting or converting one.  Unfortunately this has health implications and my health is definitely getting worse.  I could complain, but of course that’s a recipe for inviting suggestions, and I don’t want to do that either.  I am completely stalled on any of my projects, and while I can cheerfully and honestly say that I am not suicidal (because I’m not… I don’t think about it and I don’t consider it a fix for my problems) I am enervated and sad and wish I could lie on a beach for a week, which, alas, is not going to happen.  Besides, I have to clean my room, if only to find my fucking checkbook.

Lovely lazy weekend

Apart from getting a little frisson of ICK every time I saw Jeff’s rental car in the carport, I had a lovely weekend of doing just about nothing.  I made a big batch of spag on Friday night which I shared with Janice, Jeff and Keith, and I made cookies on Saturday night after  Keith, Katie, Mike, Rozo and I had a drink at drink.  Yesterday it was Stargate Atlantis season 3 and lots of Deadwood.  And yes, I should have mowed the lawn.

Sick, tired, pissed off

Yesterday, probably because of stress, my digestion decided to write me a long, slow, miserable letter.  Then Jeff looked out the back window and realized his car had been stolen.

This morning, not two minutes ago, coyotes were howling in my back yard.  The cats, thank God, were inside, and believe me they were staring at the back door as if they were very happy to be safe inside.

 

 

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Katie’s ex asked me if I’d take down any mention of his name – for a six pack by way of trade.  o.O

Horrible, ghastly, reprehensible things happened at work yesterday.

This work week can’t end fast enough.