Ugh -- I'm so annoyed about how little I cared about the finale of HIMYM.

I watched it (I had nothing else to watch and I was curious -- I know the basic story but I've only seen a handful of episodes over the years). It sure felt jam-packed full of ... stuff happening.

It always makes me a little misty when you can tell the actors are really crying, though.

That is sweet.

Who else is using Uber?

I've given up on using it in NYC for now, but it's pretty handy in other cities.

I succumbed to the fitbit craze

I'm still liking my Fitbit Flex (wristband version). I killed quite a few of the Fitbits that tucked into your bra with sweat when I forgot to clip it somewhere else while doing manual labor outside in July.

HIMYM question: is she dead ?

I have made a roast which is delicious and slightly undercooked and then fresh pea, cauliflower and barley soup which is salty and overcooked chicken which is not dry, but is also overly salty.

I suck at cooking today.

I've had a bad day even though it was a day off. K feels like I neglect her because I put kid and work first and I just can't. Work is the only thing I have in my life that isn't my family.

I can talk to a rock when inclined. It's never gone too awkward, but I also have good verbal extrication skilz.

So...Pumpkin and Loki are leery of jumping on the posts now. I presume all the activity, smells and how they look different now. Which is a good thing! Just funny. This was all started when Loki began the stripping process with a clumsy jump that shredded the poorly adhered latex paint. And I was really considering relocating the cats when I varnished (impatience won out...and they kept their distance.) And now, I've watched both run up to leap, hesitate, emergency abort and divert.

I'm all This Old House WITH CATS. I bet Norm and Kevin would be flummoxed.

She is, Kat.

I'm sorry for your bad day. Overcooked chicken that's not dry is a good thing, though, right?

My DVR cut off the very end of HIMYM. The last thing I saw was Ted standing under Robin's window holding the blue french horn.

Did anything happen after that?

Kat, I'm sorry today sucked. It's hard to find a good balance (and I say that as a single person!) You guys are probably also a bit lego-exhausted.

Aww, that sucks, Kat. It's hard to balance.

Today's second run into town was basically all fail. Well, I got the deposit made. But I called the propane company at 3:57 and got their answering service telling me they close at 4:00. I KNOW! So I have to call on the dot tomorrow at 7:00 when they open and hope to sneak in on the Tuesday delivery. If that fails, then I have to go back to the bank and take the cash back out I just put in to go buy firewood.

Then I went to the post office, where I found my Blue Cross statement and new cards, finally. I called them at 4:57 to pay them, but got voicemail saying they closed at 5:00. I KNOW! So I have to call them tomorrow and trust that they're as good as their word which said that we'd have until mid-month to pay the first premium even though we are theoretically covered by the new policy as of tomorrow. Which I hope is true because we are theoretically lapsed from the old policy as of tonight.

Then tomorrow I have to cover classes alone. The SO is headed to Kansas to record on a super seekrit project that I am so excited for him about. Wow, grammar. Anyway, if it pans out the way I think it might, it might a) put him on the same record as some fairly large names in our side of the industry and b) mean royalties for the family who has supported us for years and only stopped when they ran out of royalties. And then he's sticking around for the weekend to promote at another screening of the movie and to speak at our supporting church.

Which is all great. But means that the last week of promoting before this totally other concert we're throwing next Monday will now all fall to me. I hate promoting! Dave is good at motivating people to come to shows. I am good at making sure the shows are kickass. But I don't have any tech to run this show other than clearing the stage, and the hospitality is minimal. So I just need to spend my week running around taking care of getting people there; flyers, church speaking, newspaper, maybe radio if I'm lucky. So I just have to make sure I'm off my ass and doing it.

I would rather take naps.

Anyway, since this whole day ended up kerfucked, I opted for a Guinness instead of the hot cocoa.