Friday, August 29, 2003

Thought #1: Annie is hereby renamed Houdini. I got home from practice last night at about 9:45pm. As I was putting my key in the deadbolt, I heard whining on the other side of the door. Apparently, she was able to loosen the lower corner of the baby gate I use to block her in the bedroom to get out of the the bedroom. She also left my two “presents” in the living room.

What’s funny about her is that the whining I heard was her pre-emptive, “I’m sorry I dumped a load on your carpet. I know it was bad,” suck up. Anytime she has an “accident” (I hesistate to use that term, because they’re not accidental, she’s very deliberate about it, it’s her way of expressing her displeasure with being left alone), she gives me the heads up as soon as I enter the apartment. So I cleaned it up, took her for a walk, gave her a bone and went to get ready for bed.

Thought #2: The drama team was at church last night too. They were practicing for VBS next weekend. One of my small group gals was there and so I offered to drive her home when they were done since she lives in my neighborhood, it didn’t make sense for her Dad to come get her. In the car we talked about music and she said she’d loan me a cool CD she had. So when I dropped her off she ran in to get it. I listened to it on the way to work - I knew the name of the band was familiar (Smalltown Poets), and then a song called “Everything I Hate” came on and I thought, “I know this song.” A couple songs later, I recognized another ("Who You Are"). After thinking a moment, I realized that they were in the hundreds of songs my sister sent to me and that play on my computer while I’m at work. It’s a good CD, I may have to get a copy of my own.

Thought #3: I had latte-induced dreams last night. Well, one dream really. Let me just say that it involved LP and recent email and blog discussions and dinner at The Marshal’s house tomorrow night. Things got ugly, I yelled and stormed out of the house. So if LP doesn’t want to see that happen, she’ll zip her lip tomorrow night.

Thought #4: I’ve had headaches all week, which I attributed to the weather - low pressure systems often give me low grade headaches - but I have a cold. Sore throat and a clogged sinus in addition to the headache today lead me to that conclusion. I’m told that something is going around.

Thought #5: I woke up at 4:00am convinced it was Saturday. I had to remind myself that it is, in fact, Friday. Dangit. It’s only 9:15am and my boss has already called me twice - he’s at a suboffice today.

Thought #6: They painted the front part of the office last night. It’s times like this when I’m glad I have a cold and can’t smell as efficiently as normal. I can smell it a little, but it’s livable for me. Others are complaining. It looks much better anyway.

I think that’s it for now.