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Caffeine is Life
Jul. 19th, 2021 08:01 pmIf I had to sum up how today was, I think I might use the word: false starts.
First of all, we (as a family) are trying to cut down on the amount of coffee we drink OUT, by which I mean 'takeout, fancy lattes." So, we have cut it down to two days a week and, for reasons known only to our espresso-starved brains, we decided that Monday was NOT a fancy coffee day. So... let's just say that I already feel like I'm rolling everything at a disadvantage.
Shawn gets me up and going because she has physical therapy this morning... or, I should say SHE THINKS she has PT, but we'll get to that. First thing that happens is that I go to make a pot of coffee and that thing happens where something is off and the grounds gum up their own works and what comes out into the pot is 9/10ths gross coffee grounds? So, I have to clean all that up and remake the pot.
I am working to maintain a good attitude, though and I'm rolling with the idea of PT for Shawn because maybe it means a walk for me. A mini-hike. I drop her off feeling like, okay, here's where we turn things around! It's cool out still and a lovely little walk will be just the thing. I'm half-way there when she sheepishly calls and says, "Uh, actually, my appointment is NEXT Monday."
In keeping with the spirit of the day, I make the very next turn right, thinking I'll just loop around whatever block this is... only it ends in a dead end, and so I have to make a y-turn and I swear it takes me longer to get back to her than it would have if I'd actually taken a walk. But, she's actually in a good mood because she'd been feeling stressed about some stuff at work and now she could go there and have spare time to get some stuff done. Shawn has been going back to in-person office on Mondays and Fridays.
She heads back to full, full-time in-person right after Labor Day.
Can I just pause here and say how I don't entirely understand this. Like, she's a manager? Very little of what she does really, truly needs to be in-person? But, whatever. The bosses are like this in every industry, it seems, apparently even in archives and museum work.
So, anyway, she tells me not to worry about picking her up until 4:15 pm and so as I'm driving home I am starting to formulate a plan for my day, and I decide that since I'm usually best at writing in the early morning I'll do that until lunch and then maybe skip back to Fort Snelling State Park to officially do the hiking club hike so I can log my miles. Just as I'm starting to really get into that idea, it's, "Oh, oops, can you come at 2:15?"
I mean, I'm not even mad? It's just how this day had BEEN, right?
I wanted eggs and toast for breakfast and discovered my bread had gone moldy. And, it's just sort of like this for the rest of the day. I made a lunch that was mostly OK? I'd been hoping to replicate an amazing spicy tofu thing I'd made (intuitively) up at Bearskin, and today's attempt was spicy-hot enough? And good? But just not quite there yet.
I pulled the rocks out of the rock tumbler to see how they looked after their pre-polish phase and... I'm not sure I made the right call. These were all rocks I'd picked up at Cutface Creek, which has these amazing rocks riddled with little geodes and I thought: "These will look spectacular polished!" and, it might just be today, but I looked at them and thought... mmm, I'm not sure the little tiny pockets survived the way I expected them to? We'll see. Like I say, it might just be today and whatever weird caffeine-deprived haze the day is under.
A friend sent along this lovely art idea and... again, I didn't hate what I contributed, but it didn't feel entirely up to par, either?
So, I dunno. I think the lesson here is that I need better coffee? Need to get used to coming down off whatever espresso addiction level I was at? I'm not sure, but I think Mondays are just going to suck for a while.
First of all, we (as a family) are trying to cut down on the amount of coffee we drink OUT, by which I mean 'takeout, fancy lattes." So, we have cut it down to two days a week and, for reasons known only to our espresso-starved brains, we decided that Monday was NOT a fancy coffee day. So... let's just say that I already feel like I'm rolling everything at a disadvantage.
Shawn gets me up and going because she has physical therapy this morning... or, I should say SHE THINKS she has PT, but we'll get to that. First thing that happens is that I go to make a pot of coffee and that thing happens where something is off and the grounds gum up their own works and what comes out into the pot is 9/10ths gross coffee grounds? So, I have to clean all that up and remake the pot.
I am working to maintain a good attitude, though and I'm rolling with the idea of PT for Shawn because maybe it means a walk for me. A mini-hike. I drop her off feeling like, okay, here's where we turn things around! It's cool out still and a lovely little walk will be just the thing. I'm half-way there when she sheepishly calls and says, "Uh, actually, my appointment is NEXT Monday."
In keeping with the spirit of the day, I make the very next turn right, thinking I'll just loop around whatever block this is... only it ends in a dead end, and so I have to make a y-turn and I swear it takes me longer to get back to her than it would have if I'd actually taken a walk. But, she's actually in a good mood because she'd been feeling stressed about some stuff at work and now she could go there and have spare time to get some stuff done. Shawn has been going back to in-person office on Mondays and Fridays.
She heads back to full, full-time in-person right after Labor Day.
Can I just pause here and say how I don't entirely understand this. Like, she's a manager? Very little of what she does really, truly needs to be in-person? But, whatever. The bosses are like this in every industry, it seems, apparently even in archives and museum work.
So, anyway, she tells me not to worry about picking her up until 4:15 pm and so as I'm driving home I am starting to formulate a plan for my day, and I decide that since I'm usually best at writing in the early morning I'll do that until lunch and then maybe skip back to Fort Snelling State Park to officially do the hiking club hike so I can log my miles. Just as I'm starting to really get into that idea, it's, "Oh, oops, can you come at 2:15?"
I mean, I'm not even mad? It's just how this day had BEEN, right?
I wanted eggs and toast for breakfast and discovered my bread had gone moldy. And, it's just sort of like this for the rest of the day. I made a lunch that was mostly OK? I'd been hoping to replicate an amazing spicy tofu thing I'd made (intuitively) up at Bearskin, and today's attempt was spicy-hot enough? And good? But just not quite there yet.
I pulled the rocks out of the rock tumbler to see how they looked after their pre-polish phase and... I'm not sure I made the right call. These were all rocks I'd picked up at Cutface Creek, which has these amazing rocks riddled with little geodes and I thought: "These will look spectacular polished!" and, it might just be today, but I looked at them and thought... mmm, I'm not sure the little tiny pockets survived the way I expected them to? We'll see. Like I say, it might just be today and whatever weird caffeine-deprived haze the day is under.
A friend sent along this lovely art idea and... again, I didn't hate what I contributed, but it didn't feel entirely up to par, either?
So, I dunno. I think the lesson here is that I need better coffee? Need to get used to coming down off whatever espresso addiction level I was at? I'm not sure, but I think Mondays are just going to suck for a while.