This Fish Needs A Bicycle

early to rise

A yawning J called me sometime around 1:30 this afternoon.

"Whatcha doing?"
"Leaving the gym with Trip. What's up?"
"I just woke up. Big show last night. I'm starving.... Wanna get something to eat?"

Eating was the one thing I had not yet done, so I accepted. We drove around for a good half hour before our stomachs decided exactly which restuarant had the best grilled chicken salads. And somewhere on Cambridge street, I remembered why I kept him around, even after all the fooling around and the ridiculous amounts of bad behavior. He makes me laugh. So effortlessly.

At home after lunch, I surveyed my morning's work. Floors were mopped, dying plants watered and entry mirror and keyrack FINALLY installed. That one was a bitch. Self-drilling wall-anchors? Big lie. I had to get out the drill and well, one Tim the Toolman Taylor moment after another and finally, I achieved success.

I reorganized my CDs this morning, too. Oh, and my taxes are filed, the ironing done and boots cleaned and polished. Did I mention I've been up since 7? Yeah, I have. And now, with two hours until I'm expected to be at a party, there's a relish tray to prepare and my face to put on.

Amazing how far a gal can go on nervous energy.

Posted by This Fish at January 31, 2004 05:22 PM