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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Mood:
Still wiped out
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Driving is tiring

Oof. I’m wiped out. Drove two hours to Sage, some of it in slow traffice. Had two hours of copy-editing training. Spent an hour and some talking to old co-workers. Ate lunch at Roma Deli, one of my old haunts (their mozzarella salad…primo!). It took 2.5 hours to drive home, much of it stop-and-go traffic. I can’t believe how tired I am. Now I’m sitting here looking at a boatload of e-mail and thinking about all the stuff I have to do, and I can’t deal. And my back hurts. I’m going to go sit in the hot tub for awhile.

So last night we picked up the car and brought home a scanner from Trikon, then I went food shopping while Ken dealt with setting it up. I made pizza for dinner: ham, mushroom, and green pepper for Ken; and goat cheese and pepperoni for me; both had mozarrella, cheddar, and Jack cheeses, and onions, and of course sauce (Paul Newman jarred stuff). We ate while watching the first episode of “Enterprise”, which we’d taped earlier this week. We’re sooo far behind on that show! Then we tried to go to bed early because Ken had an 8 a.m. conference call today. He started to go to work this morning and then realised he wouldn’t make it in time, so he took the call here. So I got to see him for a bit as I got ready to head to Sage.

Did I mention that Ken got the laser printer working last night, too? Basically there’s an extension cord coming in from the pool room, under the bathroom door, down the hall, and into the study. A US extension cord somehow jury-rigged to work with UK power. It is not for me to ask how or why. Ken’s the electrical engineer, and he swears it’s safe. That’s enough for me.

I sat in the hot tub and read, which helped my overall state, then lay on the sofa and finished the book and drank lots of water. Ken came home, and seeing I was starting to be headless-chicken-like, asked if he could help. I made him make decisions on some paperwork, and he cleaned one of the cat boxes and made dinner (pasta with pesto and grape tomatoes), which was exactly what I needed. I’m not caught up per se, but I organised the desk and dealt with crucial e-mail and got some things printed.


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