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I open my eyes, and the room is entirely too light. This can mean only one thing. I lift my head from the fluffy softness of my pillow and peer blearily over my husband's head and the red on black numbers glow on the clock face, confirming my fear. 8:09 it reads. The alarm, which is supposed to go off at 5:00 am, has not. Or rather, the husband, who looks at the clock just as blearily as I tell him we've slept through, did not set it last night. Or rather, he set the time, but did not actually turn on the alarm part.
I lie back down with a groan. We lay motionless for a few minutes more. Then - a thought. What time is my flu shot? I ask him. 9:55 he replies. I lift my head again. 8:13. Groan. If I'm to make it, we must get up now.
Stupid flu shot.
In the end, we make it, and arrive at work at 9:31, which is pretty darn good really. The flue shot takes all of thirty seconds.
Four hours later, I've a killer headache that just won't give up and decide I won't be going to fight practice. Instead, we will pull out the Christmas decorations!
I set up our little village across the top of our entertainment unit. The snow I use this year is especially puffy and fluffy and it's a bit hard to make the little people stand up, but it is very pretty. Everything is decorated but the tree itself now.
Call Mom for a quick conversation. In the middle of it, the husband comes downstairs to tell me that a fellow we know of in our medieval club, who was in the hospital with a blood clot in his lung, has died. This is very upsetting. While we weren't close by any means, he added a great deal to the game, and he will be missed. He has a wife and daughter. Right at Christmas.
We decide that we will finish the tree tomorrow. Instead, we head downstairs to our dungeon/workshop and decide to build a new storage box with the left over cut offs from the large chest my husband and his brother made for the foot of our bed this weekend. We need new/more tools. And better screws. I use a too-small bit for several of our pilot holes, and break half a dozen screws. I get very frustrated and feel alot like Clark Griswald trying to figure out his lights in Christmas Vacation. Finally switch to a larger drill bit and screws go in much easier from then on. The box is rough and ragged and not completely square. But it was a project, and we did it together. It is a learning process, and we will get better with time. It was very much fun. I love working on projects with the husband, making things together. Our box is not as nice as the one he an his brother made though, which is beautiful.
In and amidst all that was a little bit of chatting, a little bit of email, and a little bit of LJ, but not a lot of any.
And that was Monday.
I lie back down with a groan. We lay motionless for a few minutes more. Then - a thought. What time is my flu shot? I ask him. 9:55 he replies. I lift my head again. 8:13. Groan. If I'm to make it, we must get up now.
Stupid flu shot.
In the end, we make it, and arrive at work at 9:31, which is pretty darn good really. The flue shot takes all of thirty seconds.
Four hours later, I've a killer headache that just won't give up and decide I won't be going to fight practice. Instead, we will pull out the Christmas decorations!
I set up our little village across the top of our entertainment unit. The snow I use this year is especially puffy and fluffy and it's a bit hard to make the little people stand up, but it is very pretty. Everything is decorated but the tree itself now.
Call Mom for a quick conversation. In the middle of it, the husband comes downstairs to tell me that a fellow we know of in our medieval club, who was in the hospital with a blood clot in his lung, has died. This is very upsetting. While we weren't close by any means, he added a great deal to the game, and he will be missed. He has a wife and daughter. Right at Christmas.
We decide that we will finish the tree tomorrow. Instead, we head downstairs to our dungeon/workshop and decide to build a new storage box with the left over cut offs from the large chest my husband and his brother made for the foot of our bed this weekend. We need new/more tools. And better screws. I use a too-small bit for several of our pilot holes, and break half a dozen screws. I get very frustrated and feel alot like Clark Griswald trying to figure out his lights in Christmas Vacation. Finally switch to a larger drill bit and screws go in much easier from then on. The box is rough and ragged and not completely square. But it was a project, and we did it together. It is a learning process, and we will get better with time. It was very much fun. I love working on projects with the husband, making things together. Our box is not as nice as the one he an his brother made though, which is beautiful.
In and amidst all that was a little bit of chatting, a little bit of email, and a little bit of LJ, but not a lot of any.
And that was Monday.
