I lost my keys three times. The last time, I had to dump my green Timbuk2 bag completely out to find them. I guess that’s OK – the bag had gotten kind of junked up since ALA, so a thorough dump out was a good thing. Mark calls it my Hermione bag, but Hermione had a spell so that when she put her hand into the bag, it knew what she wanted. My bag doesn’t have that.
The best thing I could think of to take to eat at work was corn chex, and when I stopped to buy milk at the campus dairy store, my bike tipped over while I was locking it up. On the sidewalk next to where some guy from university physical plant was siting in his work truck/university vehicle, idling with the AC on, huffing out heat at me, doing paperwork – jeez dude, really!? get a room. I called physical plant to complain when I got to the office but it didn’t make me feel as much better as I thought it should have.
I had to run around from archives to archives doing student site visits – so I still don’t have anything substantial done on my fall syllabus.
I have a headache – it’s that perpetual headache from biking in 90°, 92% humidity weather.
Since it’s so hot, I wore more revealing clothes than I usually like – a knit skirt and a sleeveless blouse. Couldn’t decide if it was flattering or awful – below’s the silhouette – you decide. I never really had boobs until I turned 50 and gained 15 pounds – so I am still not quite sure what to do with them. Plus I have back fat that the bra straps dig into. I really like the skirt – it’s nice for biking – but today sweat pooled around the waistband and tickled me.
Summer silhouette
The final blow – epic fail of trying to meet a friend for a glass of wine. We had said “5:00 – 5:30ish”. I assumed she would arrive closer to 5:30. She left her cell phone at home all day, waited at the restaurant for me from 5:00 – 5:30, assumed I’d cancelled via text, and went home. I got there about 6 minutes after she left
So, I came home, got into an old hole-y Birkenstock t-shirt and shorts, and ate cold stirfry noodles and zucchini bread for dinner. Guess things are looking up at last. And, I know, I should be glad all the little stupid stuff went wrong today – this could be protecting me – knock wood – from far more major disasters. Like flying with our old friend, Northwest “Northworst” Airlines, whose motto must’ve been, “we’ll lose your bags, we’ll make you late, but we won’t ever kill you.”
PS Mark’s cat tracked muddy cat paws all over my kitchen while I was writing. But theme of the day – no tracks on my laptop.
