And, it all played out more or less as I predicted. I'm supposed to talk to him in terms of, "If it's a financial difficulty, we'll cover it, but this was not part of the original arrangement."
Sigh. So not worth fighting over. We know to be more explicit in the agreement letter the next time. Instead of just naming the dates and saying we'll pay for airfare and lodging, it'll say that we cover lodging for the two nights of the conference. Live and learn.
All this has taken up the time I was going to spend getting the car clean enough to meet Mary Balogh at the airport tomorrow and taking care of assorted other conference-related chores (AKA "Annabel's naptime"). Now I'm almost certainly going to have to miss choir practice, meaning I won't get to see a friend of mine among the altos who's about to MOVE TO AFRICA before she leaves. Sheesh.
I stopped at my favorite consignment place on the way home and found an outfit. It is a blue Weekenders 4 piece outfit. I can dress it up or dress it down. I've never been a big fan of Weekenders stuff, but this felt silky and looked slimming.
OK, the rightness of my position has been affirmed. Am now about to feed Annabel and conveniently be way too busy to call anyone until it's too late in the time zone in question, and hopefully everyone will have cooled down by tomorrow.
I *so* did not want to work out after work today. All I could envision was me curled up on the couch with pizza.
And yet, I went to the gym and hit the treadmill for 40 minutes.
I deserve a fucking cookie. Or at least a gold star.
I am, however, eating the following VERY tasty and VERY healthy dinner: salmon fillet, cooked on Foreman grill, drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with basil; couscous with olive oil and a sprinkling of parmesan cheese; and a bowl full of green beans, yellow string beans, grape tomatoes, and crumbled feta, drizzled with the most incredible balsamic vinegar EVAR.
Yum.
Go you with the willpower and the workout and the healthy eating, Tepalina!
I still want a damn cookie.
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And I admit, it's a healthy meal, but I don't cook anything that doesn't taste good. Er, what I mean to say is, when I threw it together, I wasn't thinking "THIS will be healthy and encourage cardiovascular fitness!"; I was thinking, and I paraphrase here, "YUMNOWYUMYUMYUM." The healthiness of it is just a bonus.
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Oh well, road to hell and all that...
Lemme try it this way
&stars; oh, and
You are being very good Tep, I'm proud of you. My will power these days sucks.
I'm about to hop in the hot tub and turn into a prune.
Go Teppy with the willpower and the exercising!
