Ih.
Goodie. My annual "Feel Like Shit, Stay Home and Sleep All Day" illness has hit. I went to bed at around 11:00 last night, after watching Finding Neverland (yes, I bawled - if you saw it, you did too. if you haven't seen it, you will bawl. oh yes, you will). I woke up at around 6:30 this morning, stayed conscious long enough to e-mail my boss, and passed out again until 11:30. I called Calvin, sat outside for a few minutes to try to clear my head, failed miserably, came back inside and slept again until after 5:00.
I hate it when this happens. It completely screws up my internal clock. Like dealing with the first day of Daylight Savings Time, on the "fall forward" end. In Maine, when that happens, the sun comes up at 7:30 and goes down at 4:00. The first day of that kind of schedule sucks. I don't know how folks in Alaska deal with entire months of darkness.
The wind is whipping like a mutha, and the pollen count is off the charts here in AZ today, which is probably why I feel so miserable. Allegra is not strong enough in the face of a full-blown desert spring. The pollen is, I don't know, meaner than back east. It sticks harder, or something. It figures, even spring in this place has a hostile element.
I was actually a little sorry to miss work - I'm still enthused about it, and I want to enjoy that feeling while it lasts. I must have missed something today, because I found as I was checking my e-mail this evening that one of the other newbies to the group sent out a message that simply said, "I'm so glad I took this job! I love you guys!" Now there's a guy who's in touch with his softer side.
Saturday and Sunday of last weekend were every bit as nice as Friday night was. Saturday we (all three of us, for once!) drove up to Scottsdale and had lunch at The Salty Senorita. Then we went to the mall and hung out at Kona Grill for a couple of drinks. Marie headed off with some friends (a good sign that she's recovering from her heartache), and Calvin and I held the couch down for the rest of the night and watched movies.
You know, I had my camera with me all weekend long and I completely forgot to use it. I want to get in the habit of photographing our adventures, but I can't exactly do that if it's in my purse.
Sunday, after a very late start (like, 2:00), we finally got ourselves out of the house and went to Rock Bottom for a late lunch/early dinner. After steaks, burgers, salads, and a massive beer "sampler" (sample my ass, that was enough for three people to get drunk on), the three of us went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond for some domestic purchases. Then home again, where Calvin promptly fell asleep on the couch, and Marie and I hung out in my bedroom to gab while I folded clothes.
Another exciting weekend in the life that managed to make all of us perfectly happy and content.
We heard from Lilly on Saturday and Michael on Sunday. Michael had been away for a week-long training gig for urban warfare. Basically cops and robbers - Michael got to be one of the "bad guys". And then he came home so enthused and pumped up that he wanted to join the next deployment to Iraq. Because he had "so much fun". I hope he regains his senses in time to recall that training is vastly different from actual warfare.
Lilly and Michael are driving to Texas for Lilly's sister's high school graduation, and plan to stop in AZ for a quick visit. So we'll FINALLY have some updated pictures of the babies. It's insane that we haven't slapped eyes on Devlin since he was less than two months old. And Anthony is starting to talk, and his personality is developing by leaps and bounds on a daily basis. I hate that we're missing so much.
Sorry for the dull meta-ness of this entry. I blame it on the fact that I can't hear. I can't be witty and interesting with a congested head.
I hate it when this happens. It completely screws up my internal clock. Like dealing with the first day of Daylight Savings Time, on the "fall forward" end. In Maine, when that happens, the sun comes up at 7:30 and goes down at 4:00. The first day of that kind of schedule sucks. I don't know how folks in Alaska deal with entire months of darkness.
The wind is whipping like a mutha, and the pollen count is off the charts here in AZ today, which is probably why I feel so miserable. Allegra is not strong enough in the face of a full-blown desert spring. The pollen is, I don't know, meaner than back east. It sticks harder, or something. It figures, even spring in this place has a hostile element.
I was actually a little sorry to miss work - I'm still enthused about it, and I want to enjoy that feeling while it lasts. I must have missed something today, because I found as I was checking my e-mail this evening that one of the other newbies to the group sent out a message that simply said, "I'm so glad I took this job! I love you guys!" Now there's a guy who's in touch with his softer side.
Saturday and Sunday of last weekend were every bit as nice as Friday night was. Saturday we (all three of us, for once!) drove up to Scottsdale and had lunch at The Salty Senorita. Then we went to the mall and hung out at Kona Grill for a couple of drinks. Marie headed off with some friends (a good sign that she's recovering from her heartache), and Calvin and I held the couch down for the rest of the night and watched movies.
You know, I had my camera with me all weekend long and I completely forgot to use it. I want to get in the habit of photographing our adventures, but I can't exactly do that if it's in my purse.
Sunday, after a very late start (like, 2:00), we finally got ourselves out of the house and went to Rock Bottom for a late lunch/early dinner. After steaks, burgers, salads, and a massive beer "sampler" (sample my ass, that was enough for three people to get drunk on), the three of us went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond for some domestic purchases. Then home again, where Calvin promptly fell asleep on the couch, and Marie and I hung out in my bedroom to gab while I folded clothes.
Another exciting weekend in the life that managed to make all of us perfectly happy and content.
We heard from Lilly on Saturday and Michael on Sunday. Michael had been away for a week-long training gig for urban warfare. Basically cops and robbers - Michael got to be one of the "bad guys". And then he came home so enthused and pumped up that he wanted to join the next deployment to Iraq. Because he had "so much fun". I hope he regains his senses in time to recall that training is vastly different from actual warfare.
Lilly and Michael are driving to Texas for Lilly's sister's high school graduation, and plan to stop in AZ for a quick visit. So we'll FINALLY have some updated pictures of the babies. It's insane that we haven't slapped eyes on Devlin since he was less than two months old. And Anthony is starting to talk, and his personality is developing by leaps and bounds on a daily basis. I hate that we're missing so much.
Sorry for the dull meta-ness of this entry. I blame it on the fact that I can't hear. I can't be witty and interesting with a congested head.
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