Good night and good riddance July 20, 2007
Today has been terribly unfocused and unproductive, and it feels like I’m being thwarted at every opportunity. To say that I’ve been a cranky pants over the last day or so is a huge understatement - I’ve managed to maintain a reasonably pleasant demeanor when I’m around other people (which is most of the time), but in my head I’m snarling and snapping and swearing a blue streak. Normal conversation with people is well-nigh impossible because I’m so impatient that I’m liable to cut the person off and tell them to hurry up, or just walk away in the middle of a conversation. In fact, one of the summer students - the quiet one who’s going to library school in the fall - came into my “office” [1] and asked if I was okay. At which point I felt really bad and tried hard to be pleasant and cheerful to everyone, even to the individual who tried to bite my head off during a somewhat stressful transaction.
Happily, I have the weekend off to be anti-social and not leave the house at all. I have grass needing cutting, a garden to weed, and a basement floor to wash. Not to mention mango sorbet needing to be made. On the other hand, I’m feeling restless and edgy, like I need to get out of the house. Tomorrow morning is a perfect time to hit the bike path for a few kilometers, then hit the market and head home in time to do the yard work. That should take care of the restlessness, and then I can spend the rest of the weekend vegging out.
[1] Not so much an office as a desk around the corner from the main area, with a cubicle wall which doesn’t make it to the ceiling, a desk groaning under the weight of the papers needing filing and the journals needing reading, boxes upon boxes upon bags of donated videos and a filing cabinet topped by a colossal pile of audio book and video catalogues which constantly threaten to fall on the next person who comes around the corner too quickly. Wait - where was I going with this?
How’s the sorbet?
The sorbet rocks five kinds of awesome, and is better than any storebought crap I’ve had recently. The only thing stopping me from eating is all is the fact that the canister needs to be refrozen, and the mangos take a couple of days to riped on the window sill.