Okay, I didn't write yesterday because things just conspired against
me there, and I probably won't get to write later at home, so I'm
emailing this in from work. I didn't expect to be near a computer much
at work today, either, but here I am.Wednesday night was the faculty dinner, where my little speech for the
Chum went very well and we had a nice time and ate like total pigs.
I'm thinking that maybe the best thing to do for a good night's sleep
is to have a canoli and a cup of coffee every night at 8:30, because I
slept great Wednesday night.
Yesterday we started finals here, which means that I am on duty
recording everybody's lost textbooks, as I do every year, but it's
slower than usual -- which is good -- and that's how I'm getting to
spend a half hour at my desk in the not-library today. Anyway, after
lunch yesterday, when the Chum and I were just picking up coffee to
bring back for the afternoon, R called me on my cell and was all
upset. Problems at work, problems in the apartment. I asked if she
wanted me to come there right after school, but she said no, she'd
rather escape by coming home. When I got home, I just crashed on the
couch, then K called for a regular mid-week call and then R was there
(and we went out for dinner, etc.), so I never got to type an entry.
In case you were wondering.
Tonight we are going to a sort of wedding. One of the Hubs' young
buddies from work is getting married this afternoon in a civil
ceremony and then they are taking a bunch of folk out for dinner. I'm
not in on the ceremony (although the Hubs is), but I'm on call for
dinner. No time to write then either.
And tomorrow we have that funeral to go to. I may need to shop after
school today briefly for something to wear to that. I know I said
something the other day about how one of the wives was a good friend
of mine in junior high school, but one of the others was actually my
mean-girl tormentor one summer at camp, so I've never been a fan of
hers, although really, that's not a grudge I'm holding after forty
years. It's not like I think she's going to start picking on me at the
funeral; we were all very cordial and pleasant as adults. Even so,
you're seeing old school pals, you want to look put together and then
not have to think about it any more.
I'm pretty sure I have a sinus infection; I have all the signs. Too
bad what I don't have is the time to see a doctor and get me some
antibiotics. Although I have an appointment with my regular doctor --
not the ENT I see for sinus problems -- next Saturday, so if I still
have it then, maybe he'll give me something. I did make an appointment
to get my hearing aids checked, though, for after school is over and
I'm back from DC with K.
Okay, that's it then. See you tomorrow.
