Six o'clock already...
Jan. 20th, 2014 07:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missroseroseGood morning, Chicago! Happy dark, grey, depressing-looking Monday morning! The winter birds are singing, the L is rattling along on its once-every-three-minutes morning-rush schedule, and the temperature is that in that perfect zone right around 30 degrees where the puddles are still frozen over but your flesh isn't actively trying to crawl off of your face. What a lovely day to be here!
...In all seriousness, I am feeling ridiculously chipper this morning. Due to what may have been a Poor Life Decision, I had some coffee last night around 7:30. Normally the caffeine rush wears off after four hours or so, so I figured I'd be okay to go to bed around midnight as per usual, but as it happened it wasn't until an hour later that I finally stopped feeling jittery. And a half hour after that that I finally gave up and went to bed, despite still feeling wide awake. And now it's 8 AM, and I suspect I didn't sleep very deeply at all last night, and yet I feel awake-bordering-on-manic. Obviously the smart thing to do is have some more coffee. *nodnod*
Honestly, I don't even have all that much to say this morning (HI, INTERNET! IT'S MONDAY! I'M MANIC! HOW ARE YOU?). The weekend was quiet but pleasant; we finally took down the Christmas decorations. (And the whole time we were going "Gosh, isn't it great to have had Christmas in Chicago rather than to be going 'please let this be the last Christmas in Arizona' like we have the past couple years?") I've been halfheartedly poking at my story all weekend, but if I'm going to rewrite it, now's the time. So that's on the list, along with sending some cards to people. I owe some thank-you notes, and I got a couple boxes of pretty cards on clearance at Papyrus last month; I figure a cheerful note on an elegant card is just the thing to cheer up some folks' grey Januarys.
Now that the holidays are over, it should be quiet for a couple of months. I may or may not be going up to Anchorage to visit my mother and help out while she has a medical procedure - I was originally slated to be there right now, in fact, but she's going around in circles with the insurance folks on it, so the trip has been postsponed. February is Brian's birthday (and Valentine's, of course). And in late March a couple of my folk-musician friends will be visiting and giving a house concert, which I'm very much looking forward to. We don't really know that many people in town to invite yet, but that's probably good, as our condo is not large. I am hoping to at least have a few folks show, though; aside from the "I want to share live music with you!" aspect, I miss hosting parties, even if it's only once or twice a year. (Really, without a staff to help out, "once or twice a year" is about our limit - we love hosting but it's a lot of work.) I'm thinking the featured drink of the evening will be Pink Victrolas; I've had nothing but rave reviews about them in the past, the name goes nicely with the retro-ish music theme, and they're a favorite of a particular gentleman who is sponsoring the musician's visit. Plus Costco has liter-size bottles of Hendrick's, and I've been looking for an excuse to pick one up. Score.
Okay, enough procrastinating. Time to get to work. (And Fallen London is down, so I might even actually get some work done. Gasp. Shock.)
...In all seriousness, I am feeling ridiculously chipper this morning. Due to what may have been a Poor Life Decision, I had some coffee last night around 7:30. Normally the caffeine rush wears off after four hours or so, so I figured I'd be okay to go to bed around midnight as per usual, but as it happened it wasn't until an hour later that I finally stopped feeling jittery. And a half hour after that that I finally gave up and went to bed, despite still feeling wide awake. And now it's 8 AM, and I suspect I didn't sleep very deeply at all last night, and yet I feel awake-bordering-on-manic. Obviously the smart thing to do is have some more coffee. *nodnod*
Honestly, I don't even have all that much to say this morning (HI, INTERNET! IT'S MONDAY! I'M MANIC! HOW ARE YOU?). The weekend was quiet but pleasant; we finally took down the Christmas decorations. (And the whole time we were going "Gosh, isn't it great to have had Christmas in Chicago rather than to be going 'please let this be the last Christmas in Arizona' like we have the past couple years?") I've been halfheartedly poking at my story all weekend, but if I'm going to rewrite it, now's the time. So that's on the list, along with sending some cards to people. I owe some thank-you notes, and I got a couple boxes of pretty cards on clearance at Papyrus last month; I figure a cheerful note on an elegant card is just the thing to cheer up some folks' grey Januarys.
Now that the holidays are over, it should be quiet for a couple of months. I may or may not be going up to Anchorage to visit my mother and help out while she has a medical procedure - I was originally slated to be there right now, in fact, but she's going around in circles with the insurance folks on it, so the trip has been postsponed. February is Brian's birthday (and Valentine's, of course). And in late March a couple of my folk-musician friends will be visiting and giving a house concert, which I'm very much looking forward to. We don't really know that many people in town to invite yet, but that's probably good, as our condo is not large. I am hoping to at least have a few folks show, though; aside from the "I want to share live music with you!" aspect, I miss hosting parties, even if it's only once or twice a year. (Really, without a staff to help out, "once or twice a year" is about our limit - we love hosting but it's a lot of work.) I'm thinking the featured drink of the evening will be Pink Victrolas; I've had nothing but rave reviews about them in the past, the name goes nicely with the retro-ish music theme, and they're a favorite of a particular gentleman who is sponsoring the musician's visit. Plus Costco has liter-size bottles of Hendrick's, and I've been looking for an excuse to pick one up. Score.
Okay, enough procrastinating. Time to get to work. (And Fallen London is down, so I might even actually get some work done. Gasp. Shock.)
