I just got back from a friend's baby shower. She's been trying to get pregnant for about 10 years, so it was great to see her all round and glowy.
I think the rest of the afternoon and evening will be spent lazing about. Possibly a significant part of tomorrow, too.
For my two-week trip to Europe last summer, I took this. It was accepted as carry-on even on the smaller planes. I packed it with two pairs pants, one pair shorts, four shirts, four pairs underwear and socks, raincoat, shaver, laptop, camera, GPS, Droid, multipurpose charger, cords, and plug adapter. It worked out really well. At airport security, all I ever had to do was pull the laptop out and send it through the scanner separately.
Went out and had a little lunch and picked up mass quantities of mulch. The DH brought it all into the backyard, while I sat on the ground and weeded, which is all I can do in my sickly state. Got the two worst beds cleaned up, so I feel as if I have accomplished enough for the day.
I had a headache that didn't seem to want to go away, so I thought I would lie down for a few minutes. That was shortly before noon, and I just woke up.
Still have the headache, too.
The most strenuous things I've done today are a) getting the mail, and b) taking a shower. Now I'm just watching TV and using up kleenex.
The most strenuous things I've done today are a) getting the mail, and b) taking a shower.
I haven't done either of those yet. I did take Perkins the cat to the vet this morning though, so that's something.
I went to a friend's house and we watched the very first episoded of
Doctor Who.
Then she suddenly had to go to work, even though today's her day off. (She's going to help a dying kid and her parents, so perhaps it'd be wrong for me to complain.)
I've come down with a severe case of the crankies. Cancelled my going out plans for the evening and cleaned the upstairs (even dusted!) instead. Now dyeing hair.
Not sure where this mood came from. Might be related to my sore ass and elbow. Was able to get in my swim, but was always aware of my booboos.
Fuck. That was good pizza. One for NY, there.