Crawling Out

I once again managed to fill out my eight hours with meetings and other projects, which was a lot easier today since I didn't go into Manhattan and my brain has gotten unstuck. It's still cold, just a little more manageable. I kept doing the dishes just to keep my hands warm, and thank goodness for my under-keyboard heated pad which also helped immensely. Oh, and I watched some of the first preseason baseball games today, which always makes me feel better.

Under It All

Today was a regular work-from-home day, but I decided to extend that out all week as the temps still aren't climbing above freezing until maybe Friday. So I cancelled my workstation reservation for tomorrow and spent much of the day on PTO, as nobody seemed to need me for anything and my brain is just too frozen to work. I'm sure I'll make it for it all next week as the temps once again hit normal winter mode. In the meantime that soup is fast disappearing, glad I made so much! Why am I still awake?

Pearly Whites

Honestly, I thought I'd be fine. I wore my fingerless glovey hand-warmers this morning, I was comfy enough at the office to actually use my desk fan, my dental cleaning went very well and I didn't even mind the sub-freezing walk to the medical office and back... but after the homeward-bound commute my teeth are chattering again. Almost 45 minutes waiting for a bus due to some accident delaying everything on the southbound trip, and naturally I didn't wear the hand-warmers AND the first bus that arrived wound up being SRO which meant I had to scrunch up and put my laptop between my legs, and I just feel awful all around. Not even my tasty chicken soup could cure this. Going to bed now and pretending today didn't happen. Although my teeth do feel nice.

The Wind Blows Right Through You, It's No Place for the Old

I was definitely beat from having stayed up too late last night, and listening to the howling winds, but fortunately we're buffered from the worst of them by being indoors all day. The laundry got done and is now all put away, we took care of all the trash and boxes (which were pretty strewn today) and bags and everything that doesn't belong in the apartment is out and vice versa, so I'm in good shape to get back into Manhattan tomorrow; I've even laid out my overcoat and other necessities. It's supposed to be pretty frigid, and of course I've a dental appointment so I'll be outside longer than I want to, but at least there won't be any precip so I'll live. And now to shower and bed...

Mom and the Deluge

I love my mother, of course, but I do not love the 1+ hour drive in the driving rain, and the weather was pretty white-knuckled horrid today. Still, I found a decent spot at the long-term care facility, and had a lovely visit with her before turning back around and braving the elements again. That chicken soup I made yesterday was a godsend upon my return. We've just started watching Saturday Night Live's 50th anniversary show, which has been excellent thus far, and I fear I'll be up until the end (of course they're ending with Paul McCartney as they know nobody can follow him) and pretty unable to function at 100% capacity tomorrow. Fortunately, with the wind having gotten up to howling strength, I get to work from home and perhaps pace myself a bit.

A Soupçon of Soup's On

It looks to be a nasty weekend weather-wise, which led to my impromptu decision, as we set out to shop, to buy a bunch of root vegetables and a cold rotisserie chicken to make some chicken soup. I forgot to pick up herbs, but otherwise the soup came out very nice, and I used two pots (one to boil the bones and the other to strain into, add more broth, and cook the deboned chicken and veg, both of which are now washed and pretty much put away. And I am set for at least the next week as the temps drop. I have feeling I'll need some soup when I get home from visiting Mom tomorrow, the slight snow we got today is all turning to rain.

Armed and Ready

Made it through another work week, didn't take any pills for the arm but wore a wrist brace and elbow brace for much of the day, in addition to utilizing my nifty heated under-keyboard pad. Robin does buy me the coolest things; I also have pink fingerless heated gloves now, in addition to 30 "forever" roses which look absolutely stunning, better than the real thing, on the corner table by the living room air conditioner. In return, I agreed that a Valentine's Day sushi delivery was more than appropriate; I can't remember the last time we ordered in. I'm as set for the weekend (including a rainy visit to Mom on Sunday, I hope) as I can be...

Jiggety Jig

Home again, with all sorts of plans for which I won't need my secondary pair of sneakers (the waterproof ones) nor my too-tight jeans. My left arm seems to be taking the brunt of the pain I've somehow caused myself, all the way from the tricep to the wrist and thumb. Not fun. Need sleep. Who knows?

A Dusting of Trouble

I wore my cleats and Robin walked me to the bus this morning, returning with the cleats as I knew I wouldn't need them on the homeward bound bus. Between those and the pair of jeans that seem a bit too tight, I'm sure I'll have done myself some damage later in the week. I wonder what it'll be? I'll be happy to return to only two in-office days next week, but I will admit it was nice leaving my laptop locked up yesterday and this evening. Tomorrow's soaking should take care of much of the snow, but of course that will leave everything slushy. Have I mentioned yet how tired of winter I am?

Done and Dusted

Robin walked me out of the driveway this morning in case of ice, and there was so little I doffed the cleats along the main street and walked to the bus alone. Both bus journeys were interesting in their own way (morning late but fun, evening on time but horrid and almost 2 hours), and I got a lot of stuff done in the office in between those rides, so a pretty good day overall. Doing it again for two more consecutive days, which allowed me to leave the laptop locked at my desk, so we'll see how the weather holds.