Am I completely nuts if I don't take my missed dose now and just wait for tomorrow?

I think after you've passed the 12-hour mark (like, if you take your meds at 6 a.m. and it's after 6 p.m.), then don't take it. But I personally will take my Wellbutrin late, but I am cavalier about drugs. If you wait until tomorrow, you're fine. Totally.

OMG, Steph, five years?!? REALLY?!? When did those go by, my god?

INORITE?

Tim is going on his annual we're-insane-so-we-camp-in-February-in-the-Midwest camping trip,

Hee. The bug has bitten both of our SO's. Mine is on his now. He came back midday all hopped up from canoe fishing with his buddies and hearing the ice creak, and needing supplies like, oh, say, firewood. But he's really happy to be outdoors. I think he's crazy, but I admire his toughness. I like the outdoors like anybody else, but I like it to not have such high odds on offing me.

This weekend: Massive stuff of stuffness! Okay, that's probably just me overplanning, like I always do when the SO's away. But I have this half-assed plan to clean out his studio. The last time I was gone on a weekend trip, I came back to a pristine office, and I'd kinda like to return the favor.

But I can feel this turning into the sort of task where, instead, he comes home to find me sobbing on the floor in the middle of a completely thrashed house. So I am aiming for somewhere in between. I'd like to have the basic housecleaning done, so things look nice for him. And I'm pecking away at the (significant) number of tasks with dependencies that would allow me to make his studio a really workable space. I would normally worry that it's invasive in his space, but I really think there's a lot I could do without worrying him, and then he can set up the rest to please him.

Also in this plan is sneaking the Marshall tube amp we just got donated into my office under my desk. He won't use it, and I totally would, so if I can make the space work, I'm totally kyping it.

Anyway. In onerosity news: 1. re-reconciled October to correct for account change, 2. laundered linens, 3. laundered clothes load one, 4. dishes, 5. cleared living room, 6. prepped tax docs, 7. bread is baking, 8. egg noodle dough is standing, 9. screwdriver is charging, 10. Rosetta Stone Navajo lesson, 11. attempted to rip twenty year old cassette tape to wav file. Fail. Will have to try with the studio later, 12. attempted to fix nails, fail. I err at the point where they are dry to the touch, but still dentable.

Still to do: Nov. re-reconciliation, letters, finish noodles, dinner, attic panel, begin media sort.

The one escalating thing is, I keep wondering if maybe I should just go ahead and set up one of the dormant computers as a media server.

I may be going to my flying club to wash planes. Otherwise, I'll do a belated switchover in my filing cabinet to 2011, shred the 2003 papers, get stuff around for my meeting with my CPA next week, and read Commencement for next week's book group.

I think after you've passed the 12-hour mark (like, if you take your meds at 6 a.m. and it's after 6 p.m.), then don't take it. But I personally will take my Wellbutrin late, but I am cavalier about drugs. If you wait until tomorrow, you're fine. Totally.

Celexa's pretty flexible with the timing, I've found. I think I'll skip it tonight and med up as usual in the morning.

Happy Kissaversary Steph and Tim. Yay happiness.

This weekend, I'm supposed to co-facilitate a singles game night but I don't think we made our goal participant-wise.

Other than that, I have nothing planned. I suppose I should do great things with the time available.

happy Kissaversary!

I have to work tomorrow, and no other plan

What are people doing this weekend?

Working at the airport...again. I will try to watch Supernatural tonight.

Tim is going on his annual we're-insane-so-we-camp-in-February-in-the-Midwest camping trip,

Hee. The bug has bitten both of our SO's. Mine is on his now. He came back midday all hopped up from canoe fishing with his buddies and hearing the ice creak, and needing supplies like, oh, say, firewood. But he's really happy to be outdoors. I think he's crazy, but I admire his toughness. I like the outdoors like anybody else, but I like it to not have such high odds on offing me.

To be fair, they're camping 3 hours south in Kentucky, and it's actually going to be a high in the mid-40s tomorrow and low 50s Sunday. That's actually not bad weather if you're energetically hiking and such.

One year they went and it got down to 10 degrees at night. TEN. They're insane. But they go in February deliberately because the park is basically empty then (read: no drunk rednecks shooting guns at random).

I am watching a crazzzzy what not to wear right now and drinking glass of wine and I have a kitty on my lap. Tomorrow spinning and yoga and dinner at friends. Sunday is bike swap where hopefully bob will get a bike and friends over for dinner.

Yeah, high's in the 40's today, 50's tomorrow. But it'll still get down to about 17 tonight, 25 tomorrow night.

The SO says that he likes it because the bears, snakes, and bugs are all asleep, and the crowds are at home. I would much rather swat a few mosquitoes than sleep in 17 degree weather. But he's anxious to try out some of his nifty new cold weather gear, so more power to him!