Chai's on Fiah!

I have spent this day in a whirlwind of activity. I'm not sure where all the energy came from; I didn't sleep better or worse, really, than I have been all week, and I woke up before six. I realized right away that I had the makings of a sinus headache, so I took a couple of Excedrin and tried to fall asleep again. I didn't do that, but may I say, I heart Excedrin. I can't take it too often, and I can't take later in the day than say, three or so, but it knocks out the headache and gives me a nice caffeine boost that my decaf just doesn't do. I expected to crash by noon, but I never did.

I got up and did my Wii Fit, which was much, much easier to do first thing in the morning than after a day at work, and I got in 35 minutes instead of 20. I'll bowl later, which I've been doing right after the Fit. I took the body test again and my Fit Age has gone down from 75 to 44. I'm sure it has less to do with me than it does with my taking the test originally with the board backwards.

I just got so much done today. Let me share some highlights with you.

I wanted the living room in order, because the R and the GF (Gentleman Friend) were meeting K and her friend Matt here at 5:00 to go out to dinner and then to the play at the high school. I had repaired the broken clothes rack, but K said there was no way she could make the room to take it back upstairs today, and who was I trying to impress, boys? Here's the thing. I wanted my house to look clean because people were coming over. She said that Matt wouldn't care. (More on the Matts in a moment.) Well, I know that Matt wouldn't care, and his mother isn't going to ask him "What's their house like?" because she already knows, and I know her and she wouldn't care anyway, and K and Matt are not dating. The GF, on the other hand, has only been here once, and I don't know his mother, and how do I know she won't say "So what's their house like?" When I explained this to K, she said "He's a boy! If his mother asks him, he'll say 'It's a house, I don't know!'" which is probably true. But these are potential in-laws, it would seem, and okay, am I crazy or what?

Part of my travels today included the Recycling Center. I had a carload of cardboard, boxes and clothes for the Red Cross box. As I was hoisting the bag of clothes into the box -- I hate those things -- I smashed my wrist into the edge of the opening up inside the box. I pulled it out and rubbed my wrist, and thought "Funny, I guess I forgot to put my watch on this morning." (That's called foreshadowing, boys and girls.) Next, I went to the Container Store, where among other things, I got stuff to organize the top of my desk, which I did when I got home.

A few hours later -- sometime after one o'clock -- K was waiting for Matt to pick her up for lunch and she glanced at her watch and said "He's always late!" and I thought uh-oh. My watch wasn't on my desk either; I had just touched everything on it and there was no watch. I checked the blankets to see if I had maybe fallen asleep with it on last night and took it off during the night, but no watch. Looks like someone at the Red Cross is getting a present. By that time, the Recycling Center was closed, so it was too late to go back and see if it might have fallen on the ground instead of inside, just to check.

It was a really good, but not expensive, Mickey Mouse watch that I like a lot, and that is now out of stock on Amazon. (Insert boo hoo here.) I never wear expensive watches (and now we all know why.) I ordered another one, not as good, but relatively okay. (I only like the ones with all the numbers, a good, full-body Mickey in the center, and actual Mickey arms for the hands. OCD much?)

So, the Matts. K actually has four friends named Matt, who can roughly be distinguished as High School (aka Big) Matt, College (aka Gay) Matt, Berlin Matt, and Grad School (aka Engaged) Matt. She has no romantic involvement with any of these, although she and Big Matt have been good buddies since ninth grade, and he has just recently come home to New Jersey, so she's very happy to have him here. When they were in high school and went everywhere together (aka cutting class together whenever they could), the Colleague called him The Bodyguard.

I finished Twlight yesterday, which I thought was an entirely adequate YA (Young Adult) novel. I enjoyed it, but I don't get what the fuss is all about. (Although that boy cast as the lead has, as Hawkeye once said about Ava Gardner, pleasant features.)


WATCHING HOUSE :: ENTRY #1916
READING: The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd