I wrote the 3/3 entry last night during an internet outage, so you get two diary entries today for the price of one.
Executive summary: internet woes, improving health, catching up on work.
I'm writing this in Notepad because our home internet just went pfft. One little sad blinking light on the cable modem. If it's not back up when I get up, I suppose I'll call Time Warner. In the meantime, I could go to sleep, but it feels weird to go to sleep without writing a diary entry, so here I am.
Health report: slowly improving, I think (though I thought that before). Used the steroid spray again today and it seems to have helped or at least done no harm. Eczema is flaring on my right hand again (a delayed reaction to the stress of that last freelance project?); I should be more diligent about treating it twice a day until it fully goes away. Arms are pretty happy, mostly thanks to Celebrex. I should be nicer to them. I always mean to ice them at bedtime and then it's so late that I don't want to stay up even later... must plan better.
Oh, and I slept last night! A solid seven hours! That was delightful. I hope to do the same tonight. Can't sleep in because I'm having lunch with my mother at noon so I can go in to the office and finish the work I didn't get to when I called in sick on Wednesday. I'm so responsible.
I did get some work done today, though not as much as I would have liked. I no longer have that bone-deep exhaustion, but it's still hard for me to stay focused.
Xtina had to cancel our phonedate for tonight, but we got a surprise Bonnie, so it all worked out. (Women are fungible, right?) Bonnie and Josh and I went out to the Indian Road Cafe for dinner, split a bottle of wine, and enjoyed listening to a bunch of very talented opera singers who apparently were there with a group called Opera On Tap. Bonnie revealed that she'd never been to an opera, and Josh and I immediately decided that we need to take her and Rachel to see some grand production at the Met. When we got home I looked up the schedule and sent an email suggesting Orfeo ed Eurydice. It's only 90 minutes long, so a) it's less overwhelming for someone new to opera and b) we won't be driven completely insane by the countertenor. And tickets start at only $25! And it's a fun excuse to dress up! We should totally go to the opera more often.
To balance out my one glass of wine, I ate most of a baguette after we got home, despite having had a substantial dinner. Upside: wine-related queasiness ebbed. Downside: felt very, very, very full instead. I wonder how I'll feel tomorrow.
Then Bonnie and Josh went off to bed and I played Gemcrack until the internet crapped out, and now I sleep.
3/4 executive summary: nightmares, work, lower Manhattan, a book recommendation.
I slept very poorly (I blame the wine) and had an awful dream where Josh and I somehow ended up in an alternate universe (which we knew was an alternate universe) where you had to register your sexual orientation, and Josh was registered as gay, which meant the two of us couldn't be seen kissing or he would get into trouble with the law. We were desperately trying to figure out how the hell to get back home. When I woke up he hadn't yet left for work, so at least I got some post-nightmare hugs.
Internet was back up, so I checked my email and found my 3:00 meeting had been canceled. I rescheduled lunch with my mother from noon to 1 and attempted to sleep or at least meditate for a bit. I'd forgotten how bad I am at meditating. "I'm floating on a calm blue ocean--" "I might drown!" "Okay, I'm on a beautiful soft emerald lawn looking over the sparkling ocean--" "I'll get sunburned!" At that point I gave up and went off to shower.
Lunch was lovely (though my mother continues to strongly resist the idea of me buzzing off all of my hair) and then I went off to the office and made up for my sick day. I am feeling almost entirely better now, though my sinuses are still a bit congested. Another few nights of good sleep and I'll be entirely well.
I had foolishly hauled my laptop downtown, thinking I could do some freelance work after I was done with work-work. Of course work-work took all day, and then I headed downtown for a luxurious splurge dinner with Josh at Wall & Water (discovered via VillageVines). We were given a table that had front-row seats looking into the huge open kitchen, and we very much enjoyed watching the chefs. The food was quite tasty. I had most of a glass of a lovely fruity MacRostie
chardonnay, so after dinner we went for a nice long sober-up walk all the way up to Canal Street. It was surprisingly easy to walk past the World Trade Center site. Hard to believe it's been almost ten years.
A lot of tenth anniversaries this year, actually. Starting my LJ, having a nervous breakdown, moving to California, getting involved with Josh, starting my first intercontinental romance... 2001 was momentous for me in all sorts of ways.
On the train home, I started reading Triptych
by J.M. Frey, due out in May. After we got home I did a brief internet check and went right back to reading until I'd finished it. It has an unabashedly queer triad marriage, alien first contact, time travel, linguistics, engineering, and a tremendously tender exploration of grief in a poly setting and the power of spousal and parental love. Oh, and people die and don't come back to life no matter how much they're loved and missed. It's like someone dug into my brain and wrote a book just for me. If you think you might like it too, you can preorder it here
. Warning flag: there is one scene of graphic (though not gratuitous) violence deliberately perpetrated against a pregnant woman. I still found it absolutely worth reading, but if you're sensitive to that sort of thing, you might want to give this book a pass.
And now I evict the cats (even though they are so very very cute) and pass out. I hope tonight's wine lets me sleep, with no more nasty nightmares.You can leave a comment on the Dreamwidth version of this entry if you like. The current comment count is .