Doug left for his mom's around 11:30am. I was in a meeting when he went, and so we didn't get to say much. A hug while I was off camera, and I was listening to my colleagues talk. I should have just left the meeting but what we were talking about was important. When someone leaves, to travel, that's important.
And I missed him immediately.
I was supposed to have lunch with a coworker at 1 today. I had a 12pm meeting with a client that went insanely well, and reminded me of why I love my jobs on days I hate my job. I jumped in the shower to go, blowdried my hair like a grownup, messaged my team that I'd be in transit to the lunch spot and then they could slack me if they needed anything. I did not bring my computer.
Someone from another team slacked a group of us and said "hey, can you update the help documentation for the how-to for this thing?" I'm the only one who knows the how-to on how to do the thing they wanted updated. I turned the car off, and went back into the house.
It's my own fault.
See, I should have done it this morning but the morning was also full of other things. And I thought I'll just do it after lunch. But no. Had to be done because it turns out the comms to the clients were waiting on me to do this. Without telling me what time they needed it. Here they were, waiting for me.
Here's a tip: Don't tell me on Thursday afternoon "no worries, no rush" if it really is kind of "Hey we can't send our part out until you do this and we'd like to send it out by 2pm."
Someone from my team messaged that group saying "She's away from keyboard (AFK)" and I replied. "Nope. Going back in to finish. Plz hold,"
It took me all of 30 minutes to do it, ran it past everyone for review. One fussy person said "Oh we should update this document too, and this one, while we're at it."
Who is this we? We are not "at it." I'm at it. And no - those documents can wait for a refresh. The Comms can go out for this thing now. Comms that really should have had a better plan and gone out ... Monday. Hit send!
Be Done.
My desire for a cheesesteak quashed, my colleague and I rescheduled. And instead of the fantastic sammitch I wanted, I made a bowl of yogurt and berries. Damn.
I had a brief check in with the work bestie who had some news and updates for me, We talked about our weekend plans. She mourned the loss of the cheesesteak with me, so that was funny. I felt less horrible about everything after talking to her. My team jumped in on troubleshooting a bug with our App, We declared ourselves awesome and cheered our teamwork. And then the day was over.
At 6, I did steps in the house while Geoff made dinner. I had him add meat to the pasta sauce to get more protein. I knew I didn't want to just have cheese tortellinis without a little more of that magic. Glad he did.
He went downstairs after dinner and I've not seen him since. He's working tomorrow so he'll be up at zero dark thirty even though he doesn't have to be there until 9. He's such an interesting creature with his habits. Up at 5:30. Coffee, breakfast, shower, spend a bunch of time doing I don't know what. Come upstairs at 8. Walk to work. I'll offer to pick him up tomorrow. He wants to go deposit his paycheck. Why he doesn't use direct deposit is beyond me. But. He hasn't been able to get to the bank with all our car drama. Maybe I'll take him, and we can go to the place I was gonna have lunch, and I'll get that cheesesteak.
It was gorgeous out today, and I thought about just going out and sitting at the patio but. Ugh. Exhausted. I messaged Lin to see if she wanted to chat, that would have had me go outside, but she was already in bed. So I sat on the couch alone. Didn't watch TV. Didn't listen to music. Played games on my phone. Drank 2 glasses of wine, and Toffee snored next to me.
Doug texted me and asked me to send the pictures I took of Toffee and Meg yesterday. So I think he was showing them to his mom. Either that or he wicked misses her.
Anyway. Off to bed. Tomorrow I have a massage therapy appointment to work on my lower back. Foot is doing great so he'll be happy to hear that. What a difference the visit to him made, and some stretching that I've done since.
Oh, I wanted to share this picture. When I was in Richmond, I bruised myself. I have no idea how. Probably hoisting the garment bag full of John's suits, or schlepping things down the hall that were too big.
But this is the reality of my life. I bruise very easily. And this one is going to take a while. Doug noticed it when we were here in the living room on Monday or Tuesday. And this is a photo from Thursday, sorry I didn't get the whole of my arm in, hard to do a selfie, but it continues on my arm out of the frame. It's getting better. If I go to the gym this weekend, I think I'll wear a 3/4 sleeve so no one looks at me funny. Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Inside walk, 27 minutes. 7100+steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 114 (tested 2x to be sure)
4:15pm: 142
10:30pm: 161
food:
coffee/water
10:30am: metformin+ english muffin w/pb
2pm: bowl of plain greek yogurt w/ red raspberries & pinch of splenda
6:30pm: bowl of cheese tortellini in meat sauce
white wine
no snacks!
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