Oh well
OK, so there are things I really, really love about what I do. Here's an example from this morning.
I wake up, feeling less groggy than normal. The dog wags her tail. Who knows how long she's been watching me sleep. Into the shower, I have to push Sandy out of the bathroom. Still can't figure out why it's her favorite place in the apartment. After all, according to the adoption agency, she's supposed to hate linoleum. Out of the shower, and the dog follows me to the door for a walk. That's odd... normally I have to drag her.
Out the door we go, and she's getting better on the elevator. Outside, and I wait for her to pee, I wait for her to pee, I wait for her to pee. She pees, and we're off to the bank. I make a "walking-around-money" withdrawal, and we turn around the corner towards Chalet Cafe, where I pick up my large coffee, to go. I decide to let her roam about for longer than usual this morning, before we head back upstairs.
She bounds into the loft 3 paces ahead of me, and plops down under the desk as I power up the computer. I fix myself a bowl of cereal as it boots up, and sit down, ready to start work. This is the first time I see something with the time on it. 12:54. That can't be right. I reach for the two other objects I own that tell time (other than my car). Phone says 12:52, that's close enough. Palm Pilot says 12:54... after all, I do HotSync it every day. Huh, I thought it was about 10:30. Oh well.
"Oh well." That, right there, is one of the things I love. It's about 2 and a half hours later than what I thought it was, later than I planned on starting work. And you know what? It doesn't matter. Not in the slightest.
I wake up, feeling less groggy than normal. The dog wags her tail. Who knows how long she's been watching me sleep. Into the shower, I have to push Sandy out of the bathroom. Still can't figure out why it's her favorite place in the apartment. After all, according to the adoption agency, she's supposed to hate linoleum. Out of the shower, and the dog follows me to the door for a walk. That's odd... normally I have to drag her.
Out the door we go, and she's getting better on the elevator. Outside, and I wait for her to pee, I wait for her to pee, I wait for her to pee. She pees, and we're off to the bank. I make a "walking-around-money" withdrawal, and we turn around the corner towards Chalet Cafe, where I pick up my large coffee, to go. I decide to let her roam about for longer than usual this morning, before we head back upstairs.
She bounds into the loft 3 paces ahead of me, and plops down under the desk as I power up the computer. I fix myself a bowl of cereal as it boots up, and sit down, ready to start work. This is the first time I see something with the time on it. 12:54. That can't be right. I reach for the two other objects I own that tell time (other than my car). Phone says 12:52, that's close enough. Palm Pilot says 12:54... after all, I do HotSync it every day. Huh, I thought it was about 10:30. Oh well.
"Oh well." That, right there, is one of the things I love. It's about 2 and a half hours later than what I thought it was, later than I planned on starting work. And you know what? It doesn't matter. Not in the slightest.
posted by J at 4/20/2005 01:05:00 PM
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