Sunday

It is Sunday and I am b-o-r-e-d, none of the blogs I follow have updated in awhile, so here I am and here is what I've done today:

1: Watched SNL which I recorded last night.
2: Watched a recorded "Mentalist"
3: Made cookies.
4: Watched "Fred Claus" again, even though I watched it yesterday (still haven't seen the beginning).
5: Went for a walk in 15 degree weather, freezing my toes but not the rest of my body.
6: Poured some wine and put in "Bridget Jones' Diary", which I watched just yesterday.
7: Took a bath.

And now here I am, drinking a Sam Adams Latitude 48 IPA. Lush, you say? No, I'm just getting rid of the alcohol in the house (but not wasting it, of course). I caught a good glimpse of myself in the mirror and holy hell but I've let myself go. I was going to join the sober gang for new year but fuck that shit, I'm starting early.

Just remembered: I also watched "It Happened on 5th Avenue" or some such title on TMC this morning, around the time I made cookies.

Tomorrow will be an interesting day. I am dropping J off at an orthopedist's office so that he can finally have his foot/leg treated properly. We are both hoping that they do something that will allow him to walk. It was a month ago that he fractured the distal fibula and for the past week he has been 100% non-weight-bearing. It has been miserable for the poor guy.

Then I will go to work, sans my awesome boss and my NWCW, and come home to do some chores. Must remember to bring boss's X-mas gift. Yes, X-mas. I don't partake in this stupid holiday but I do buy my department cohorts New Year's gifts, almost always a bottle of wine apiece. This year, my coworkers and I got our shit together to do a group gift for our boss, something we dropped the ball on last year. One of the nurses and I came up with the idea of each putting in twenty bucks to get boss two tickets to a theatre she likes and some red wine glasses (she's mentioned before that her daughter complains that she hasn't any proper ones). I offered to get the glasses and did so yesterday, squeezing through the crowds at World Market and then trying, desperately, to get out of the parking lot. I don't know if we are "presenting" the gift or just putting it in her office but I hope the latter. I always hope the latter but people seem to love making gift exchanges about the giver rather than the receiver.

And now I am rambling. I had better post this boring bit of nonsense before I start going into uncharted territories.

Oh, wait! I just remembered! One of the after work chores I did this past week is buy a new vacuum and I fucking love it! I've used it every day since I purchased it and each time I have felt a renewed sense of my old domestic self.

In case you thought I wasn't really a true wild spirit.