We are getting ready for the big board meeting next week. That means all I am doing is working.
I was in meetings until late last night, and I had a meeting at 8 am today — on a Saturday. I scheduled the meeting early because I was supposed to spend the afternoon with A, hanging out and unwinding. I needed a break and we had a blast last weekend.
Except A and I miscommunicated: he came over early while I was in my meeting and then he left before I returned so he could go study. I thought he’d be over in the afternoon, and it never occurred to him that I would not be here.
Happily for kitzilla, he brought her some new food and hung out with her for a couple of hours.
Happily for me, I wrapped up some good work, despite the fact BP and I are both exhausted, and then I made BP take me grocery shopping since I am both carless and poor. That was a riot. At WF, he managed to pick up a beautiful woman, eat his way through samples, and wander off repeatedly . . . all in the space of about 45 minutes.
Perhaps it’s a sign of how truly poverty-stricken I am that I/he only spent $75. Given virtually unlimited resources, I bought only a few extras: a fancy schmancy Basque cheese (the cheese monger has been pushing the basque cheeses for the past few weeks and they’re so good), an extra tea, an extra container of greens, some frozen mahi-mahi, and a box of emergen-c. The emergen-c is the only thing that felt like a true splurge: $10 for a box, but I am flying next week and it really does appear to keep me healthy.
Maybe I would have bought more if we were not traveling next week, but maybe not. I eat what I eat and most of it has to be purchased every 7-10 days so buying lots of extra things just does not make sense, unless they can be frozen with my vacuum sealer. I feel so good eating all natural foods. I eat with no added preservatives or hormones or weirdness. I cook nearly everything from scratch. I never knew I was this type of person until I became this type of person.
Tonight, I am recreating the Port of Call burger, if I can convince myself to get out of bed. That’s a big if at this point. I just want to lie here in my jammies and watch crap on the dvr, as I have done for the past 3 hours. I have my period so my back is killing me and I have zero motivation. I am tempted to open the new pinot I got from the club, but not even a glass of wine is enough to get me out of bed.