Oh, such a nice weekend was had around these parts. Even the weather cooperated.
I stayed largely away from the computer, as alert readers might have noticed.
Friday was an Absolute Day From Hell at work. It’s like, after they made all that effort to persuade me to stay, they’re now trying as hard as they can to convince me to run screaming from the place.
Okay–it’s really not that ridiculous. For one thing, it’s a different “they”–Boss Man and Boss Lady are still being perfectly decent. It’s more the place itself, and the impossibilities of it all: sudden and ridiculous deadlines, contradictory requirements from different departments, lack of the information I need, constant interruptions…bleh. Suffice it to say, I arrived home Friday night completely frazzled and overwhelmed–having already not slept well Thursday night.
Jay was very nice to me, Friday night and throughout the weekend. Cooked for me, rubbed my back and feet and neck and shoulders, shopped, did laundry, walked up Fae Hill with me, washed my dishes, read my fiction, listened to my ranting, painted my toenails. Yep: painted my toenails.
And it was a weekend with very little in the way of social plans, on purpose. Sunday evening we had a great dinner and fun hanging-out time with the Ogre; other than that, we just retreated from the world and healed the wounds of Day Jobbery. I finished reading ANTIPHON, and got well into Perdido Street Station; we saw District 9; went and looked at the empty Bay Bridge; you know. Stuff.
Alas, I returned to Day Jobbe today, and Jay returned to Portland. Such is life. But I am feeling much more human.
And, although I’ve spent the evening feeding doctodd’s cats and doing WRPA and catch-up chores and Other Assorted Life Maintenance Stuff (including, um, blogging), I think I may try to get a bit of wordcount in on OLOTI just to get that blissful sense of accomplishment. And then bed.
Mmm, bed.