The heat is set to come on in the morning if it is not 68. ( same temp for evenings) 60 when we are not home. 62 for bedtime - and it only comes on occasionally. finally got a thermostat that I can set up daily.
Dia de los muertos has become a big thing in Niles - so we had an opening ceremony with aztec dancers, spanih/mexican dancers, and mariachis. 60 or so alters around town. Tonight was the closing ceremony which included belly dancers, fire dancers, and a drum circle. It was chilly out there. But Matt and I made a veggie yellow curry that was really tasty and warming.
Whew, I managed to at least make five breakfasts and two lunches to get me through the week. If I can pull off dinner tomorrow after work, those leftovers might cover my remaining meals.
Aside from the pot luck on Friday but that is a problem for Thursday -t.
I was standing at Clark and Wacker with a great view of the wire until about 6:30 when I decided I didn't want to stand there anymore. Standing makes my back hurt when I can't move around. It sounds like he finally decided to cross about the time I got on the train.
I'd like to rip my sinuses out and beat this wind to death with them.
Too bad... but then you really don't want a tight-rope walker to feel rushed.
I had a middle of the night anxiety attack (less than a panic attack, just couldn't stop thinking about how much money I have left and how fast it's going to go) so I self-medicated with The Walking Dead, as they've definitely got more problems than I do.
Today I'm having minor surgery to remove the cyst on my forehead that makes an unsightly bump, which I've been waiting for anxiously for months. So wish me minor-surgery-ma.
In me news - burnt the tips of my fingers and the roof of my mouth eating breakfast. Outlook is very Monday.
Hope all goes well, Theo!
Man, I spoke too soon about my stupid toe.
Good luck Theo.
I dreamt last night that I was hanging out with Benedict Cumberbatch. It was all very weird and random...like hanging out in a mall food court. Then we went back to the place where I was staying to gather my things. He gave me his email to keep in touch. And I discovered that my bras, which I was sure I had packed were all stacked on top of my suitcase. Then Plei shows up (by this time BC has disappeared) and says, "Oh yeah, they looked like ones I might be interested in, so I tried them on..."
It was a strange and random dream.
Easy peasey surgery-ma, Connie.
Minus-t and Jesse: mind your digits.
