Mondays, chores and sad things.
Dec. 1st, 2003 04:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyMondays are days of productivity around here, usually. During the month of November, that meant that I had to get back at writing to make up for what I didn't do over the weekends. I have the sheets and the blankets in the laundry, and I've even ran through the house with fabric freshening junk. Which, of course, is a stupid thing to do when you have a bit of a headache already. I think my immune system is trying really really hard to fight off this cold thing, and I want to praise its efforts. I've been sleeping hard like I'm sick, and my head feels a tad heavy with a slight headache, but other than that, I feel just fine. M is feeling worse today, poor bug, and he's at work feeling all icky and bad. I should make him some homemade chicken noodle soup. Except I don't have any of the stuff, and I don't really feel like making it, and I don't want to eat it. I'll crack open the Campbell's for him if he wants, though.
I'm an excellent wife.
I've been very distracted with the computer chores this morning, but I've gotten my big thing to do done (which didn't really take all that long), and now I'm putting off doing anything else. I'm going to try to get rid of these stupid things on the to do list this week, so there's plenty of stuff I could be doing.
My parents dropped by for a mnute earlier. They were telling me about the daughter of a friend of the family. This isn't someone I know well or anything--I only met her once, on September 11th, actually. (This is precisely the sort of thing I remember.) It was from her that I learned that bin Ladin was seriously suspected of the WTC/Pentagon attacks, I believe. (We were at Poppy Mountain, doing concessions with the parents that day. We were relying on outsiders or people who left the mountain on an errand and could listen to their car radios for information all day long, because we didn't have access to television or radio. She was down visiting her dad, and they dropped by the booth and talked to us while we cooked.) She's young, in her twenties, and has two children, the youngest of which is five. She overdosed last night, and they don't expect her to make it. She left a note saying only "God forgive me." It's such a horrible thing.
I told M about it on the phone earlier, and it was exactly the same as now. There's not much else you can say after something like that, so I'll go work on productive things now.
I'm an excellent wife.
I've been very distracted with the computer chores this morning, but I've gotten my big thing to do done (which didn't really take all that long), and now I'm putting off doing anything else. I'm going to try to get rid of these stupid things on the to do list this week, so there's plenty of stuff I could be doing.
My parents dropped by for a mnute earlier. They were telling me about the daughter of a friend of the family. This isn't someone I know well or anything--I only met her once, on September 11th, actually. (This is precisely the sort of thing I remember.) It was from her that I learned that bin Ladin was seriously suspected of the WTC/Pentagon attacks, I believe. (We were at Poppy Mountain, doing concessions with the parents that day. We were relying on outsiders or people who left the mountain on an errand and could listen to their car radios for information all day long, because we didn't have access to television or radio. She was down visiting her dad, and they dropped by the booth and talked to us while we cooked.) She's young, in her twenties, and has two children, the youngest of which is five. She overdosed last night, and they don't expect her to make it. She left a note saying only "God forgive me." It's such a horrible thing.
I told M about it on the phone earlier, and it was exactly the same as now. There's not much else you can say after something like that, so I'll go work on productive things now.
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