My oh so tight schedule...
Jan. 31st, 2012 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisI have a house cleaner who comes every other week. Chef Anita comes the first and third Tuesdays. Every once in a while the calendar aligns where, for a month or so, I have a whole week with nobody here. I like that a lot. This is such a week.
An open schedule. Except for my Tuesday 1 pm conf call. And a Wednesday measuring visit from Sheri and the cabinet maker.
This morning my Tuesday conf call got moved to Wednesday at 1:30. I love this because it means I don't have to bug out of swim class early. My favorite teacher is only teaching on Tuesdays this quarter and I hate that I have to leave early every week. So this week I don't.
But, of course, 1:30 is exactly when Sheri and her guy are coming. Murphy.
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I feel pretty good today. I felt good yesterday, too. Last night I went searching for the DVD remote and the search involved getting down on the floor several times to look under the chair. Down, back up to get flashlight, down, back up to move around to the back, down to get the damn thing. When I got done, I was totally out of breath. totally. But, I felt fine.
I wish I could better describe how not fine feels but at least I am definitely seeing a distinct difference between not fine and out of breath. They sometimes overlap but not always.
Then Sheri books 1:30 Wednesday
An open schedule. Except for my Tuesday 1 pm conf call. And a Wednesday measuring visit from Sheri and the cabinet maker.
This morning my Tuesday conf call got moved to Wednesday at 1:30. I love this because it means I don't have to bug out of swim class early. My favorite teacher is only teaching on Tuesdays this quarter and I hate that I have to leave early every week. So this week I don't.
But, of course, 1:30 is exactly when Sheri and her guy are coming. Murphy.
----
I feel pretty good today. I felt good yesterday, too. Last night I went searching for the DVD remote and the search involved getting down on the floor several times to look under the chair. Down, back up to get flashlight, down, back up to move around to the back, down to get the damn thing. When I got done, I was totally out of breath. totally. But, I felt fine.
I wish I could better describe how not fine feels but at least I am definitely seeing a distinct difference between not fine and out of breath. They sometimes overlap but not always.
Then Sheri books 1:30 Wednesday