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Entry the Five Hundred and Ninety Fourth02 December 2003 Wine The problem with learning to drink good wine is that it becomes to obvious when you're drinking the not-so-good stuff. Case in point. We had the bottle of the 2000 Cigare Volant that Lawrence gave me for my birthday this evening for dinner. It. Was. Wonderful. Hands down, 'twas fabulous stuff. Then we opened a bottle of pinotage, normally a wine I quite adore. It was corky. Only mildly so, but corky. Blech. So, I guess I'm spoiled. (like that's a surprise) But this stuff was really good tonight, and the follow up was just a great disappointment. Otherwise the evening was quite nice. Dinner was very good (Richard cooked), the company was lovely, and it was all around a nice ending to an okay, if very busy, day. Archives |
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Entry the Five Hundred and Ninety Fifth08 December 2003 Moody - Up & Down Not been much in the mood to write. Been hitting the gym regularly, so that's sucked up my mornings, as well as my morning commute writing time on the Palm - I'm Metro'ing down to the gym rather than bussing, so can't write on the Palm. It's been going well, so am pleased there, and hope to continue with it. Not been writing much at home, past the occasional LiveJournal post. Like I said, just not been in the mood. I'm home today, with what seems to be day two of a head cold (the first since September?). Took some measurements of ye olde body (chest, biceps, thighs, gut; and no, I'm not going to post them) so I have benchmarks to measure my gym progress against. I'm far too anal not to take down something for measuring change, so was bound to happen sometime. I don't see remeasuring for at least a month, though - none of this obsessive daily watching like I've done before on the scale. It's too stressful and I beat myself up too much when that happens. So, I'll give it some time, and then go back. In the meanwhile I'm enjoying the harder workouts I started last week, pushing myself further than I have before. I want some muscle, and this is as good a time as any to add some. Need to do more on the cardio front, too, so lose some of the fat gained over the last few months during my multi-injury Summer/Autumn (which is a big reason why I'm not posting those measurements, thankyouverymuch). I was able to do some time on an exercise bike without pain, so that's another alternative to the incredibly boring elliptical trainer. I've actually been able to walk without pain for the past several days, and without treating the ankle as if it's overly delicate. Not up for running yet, but that's a vast improvement over the sprain. Now if the metal would hurry up and finish healing (it's getting there! the nips look good, and the scrotum ring is giving off fewer crusties now) I could have sex again. It's always when one cannot have sex that one gets the most offers to do so. Silly universe. ;-p In job news, I have no news, which is a big contributor to the moodiness. Everyone's still proceeding as if this Friday is my last day at the old agency, but I've heard no news one way or the other from the new BGA. It's incredibly frustrating, and past bugging them daily there's not much I can do but wait. I'll call again tomorrow (was napping a good part of today, so couldn't do so) and see what the status is. What a mess. Archives |
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Entry the Five Hundred and Ninety Sixth10 December 2003 Not a Good Day Okay, let's review today, shall we? Well, we should start with yesterday, actually. I spoke with my new boss and she said that the new BGA is having a big meeting with the Hill on Friday and she'd be able to give me a date on Monday, she hoped. Never mind that I was supposed to go over first last week, then next Monday, so as of yesterday morning the departure was now delayed at least another two weeks to the 29th. Then the fire alarm in my building went off at 11:45 p.m. Again at 12:10 a.m. Once again at 12:23 a.m. False alarms each time. Got going a little later than usual. No bus came until about quarter after 9 (I report to work at 9:30, and it typically takes 30-45 min to work by bus). Got coffee for myself and my team leader (my standard apology for being late), and a block from the office managed to spill my decaf all over my cloth briefcase. Got into work and discovered that the little presentation that I had not even been invited to attend (I was supposed to give a little background to the presenters) was now suddenly my responsibility to put together and present to the acting CFO. Eeck! So that took up most of my day. Lunch was a bag of pretzels and a bottle of juice at about quarter to three, mainly to keep from passing out on the CFO (not a good thing to do, you know). Oh, and the head cold wasn't helping any, either. Then my boss tells me she spoke to my new boss yesterday after I left for the day with the aforementioned cold, and the new boss agreed with the old boss that if the new BGA couldn't name a date until the 15th, that they wanted me to stay an extra pay period at the current BGA, meaning I don't leave until at least the 9th of January. This from a job that gave me the offer back on October 24th. So, three months later I might get to go the new job, if everything works out with the money. Or I might be stuck indefinitely in this job that I hate. Then, on the way home I managed to get on the wrong bus (the "54" instead of the "S4" because the sign wasn't lit very well and I couldn't see the number clearly and they both go to "14th and Colorado" and "16th and Colorado," respectively). Thankfully I was able to transfer off and get the right bus, because I really didn't want the possibility of getting mugged on the way home from the 14th Street stop, which, given the rest of the day, was entirely possible. So, anyway, is it bed time yet? ;-p Archives |
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Entry the Five Hundred and Ninety Seventh11 December 2003 Better 03/12/11 8:49 a.m. Out the door on time this morning unlike yesterday. Today is starting out considerably better than yesterday, for which I thank my lucky stars. The bag still reeks of coffee, and I still have the sniffles, but those are minor issues that can be overcome or overlooked. Richard and I went out to dinner, Indian food, because I just had to get out of the house. Didn't even give him a choice, just told him to get dressed so we could head out. And the evening out of the house was a good thing. We got food, we grocery shopped, we headed home to chill. Much better evening than the day was. I think I'll feel up to some time on the exercise bike tomorrow; the sniffles have backed off considerably with my aggressive medication of them. Hopefully this was a quick cold that found an inhospitable host and it'll die off soon. Unlike previous colds I'd resolved not to stress over the interruption of my exercise schedule and just get back to it when I could. Can't do much about the cold itself (as opposed to certain symptoms) so why add more stress to the mix? I'll be back to it soon enough, sooner if I don't stress myself out and add to the cold, so 'tis better to remain calm and get myself healthy. Looking forward to tomorrow's day off and getting Richard's kidney stones done away with. He's having ultrasound done to break it up so he can pass it more easily. Am glad it's finally happening, as seeing him in pain is never fun, and this has been pretty painful. It's not his first time with them, but that doesn't make it any easier. ... Today was much better. I was calm, things went along well at work, got to leave early from a holiday party, got my hair cut to something much better than the last one (lesson learned: never, never get the last appointment of the day with your hairdresser, no matter how much you love her), good food at City Lights, etc. Was very good at City Lights, managed not to snarf down the whole dish, plus got the steamed veggies with sauce on the side, so it wasn't totally fat laden. Am trying to eat better, really I am. Now it's figuring out how to be consistent with that. ;-p Might not have a choice at the new agency as I understand it's in Siberia when it comes to restaurants there. So may have to take food with me when I go in, which is not a bad thing if it forces me to think more about what I'm fixing and putting into my body. Anyway, almost time to catch some sleep, then up at a leisurely hour tomorrow (not that my body won't get me up between 5 and 6 anyway, but no alarms), some exercise, then escort duties for Mr. Richard. A full day planned, but not a bad one. Archives |
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Entry the Five Hundred and Ninety Eighth29 December 2003 Quiet 03/12/22 9:07 a.m. It's been a while since I wrote anything here. The usual schedule of holiday parties and what not have been going on, and just didn't feel like writing. Richard was out of town all this past week, and that ended up affecting me more than I expected it to. I've grown accustomed now to having someone in the house and/or around, to bounce things off, to bug, snuggle with, etc. and without that presence I ended up feeling somewhat adrift and down. In a funk, if you will. ... 03/12/23 8:56 a.m. Doing a tad better today, but still have not gotten any "alone" time with Richard yet. We've both been running since he got home, with the result that our schedules have yet to have a mutually clear moment. Perhaps after the holidays we'll grab some time. Tonight it's dinner with friends on the Hill. It's like no one is capable of doing anything all year and then suddenly we have to shove our entire social calendar into one month. This would be why I refuse to host anything during the holidays. I think perhaps the theme for January's Soup Night should be "recovery." We can start out the night with "28 Days" and go from there. I suppose my resolution for next year, speaking of recovery, is going to be to make exercise a normal part of my schedule again. I've sort of been doing that this month, but not as regularly as I'd like it to be in the ideal world. Of course, in the ideal world I'd never have to watch what I ate and would always be thin, fit and gorgeous. Reality can be such a wretched companion. I'm still getting the occasional twinge from the ankle, and the piercings are still healing apace. I really do miss the running, and would like to be able to hit the gym pool again. Perhaps come February I'll be healed up enough for the pool. Don't want to risk infection in the piercings, so they've got to be stable first before attempting that. That and I want to trade out the rings for small barbells to minimize the irritation and drag in my chest from the nips. It's not that I expect they'll slow me down, it's that I expect they'll get pulled on too much and get irritated. Need one of those sci-fi instant healing thingums to take care of them. 03/12/29 7:33 a.m. Upstairs in the fitness center on the exercise bike. This seems to be the only decent cardio I can do yet, with the ankle not yet ready to go. I had intended on going to the gym this morning but with the late finish to Angels in America with Lawrence last night it was not in the cards this morning. S'okay, the bike is here and that can be done instead, so it's not a "lost" morning for exercise. Still not posted anything to the journal in ages. I did finally get the call last Wednesday that we had a date for the new BGA. I'll start on January 26th, and if I'm lucky I'll get the last week before that off, but I'm not holding my breath there. Last week was particularly ugly at work, and today does not promise to be any better. Audits. *shudder* That has to be one thing I will truly never miss about my current job. So that at least is looking up now. I've yet to see the reaction of my current boss to the news since it was relayed on the 24th when most were out of the office, so 'twill be interesting today, but I just have to tell myself that it's all temporary and there is an end in sight now. Otherwise, things are in stasis. If I may add one more New Year's Resolution™, it would be to return to pre-September eleventh stress levels. I currently work in an agency which deals a lot with the dredges of society and it's not been a pretty picture the past two years. The new BGA will have its own stresses, I know, but new stresses seem less draining and dangerous in this context. I'm ready for the change, and I want things to get better. Archives |
