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December 18, 2006
Recovery
Let me catch you up, dear reader. Last week I was feeling grouchy. Now I'm not. To recap:
December 14: Maybe it's the fact that Mr. Pilot hasn't called me.
He called, he called, hallelujah, he called. Turns out he was just having a last hurrah with his far-away friends and wasn't blowing me off at all. We got together today, and made plans to get together later in the week. [Ms. Wish to See, is it okay if I bring him to the holiday party on Friday?]
December 14: Maybe it's the fact that I'm just not feeling the holiday spirit.
After my date with Mr. Pilot, I stopped by the mall and indulged in the hectic bustle of the oh-my-god-there-are-only-seven-days-left-until-Christmas scene. Although I actually ended up walking out with only one present (and several gifts for myself), I am now feeling a little more holiday-ish. And I wore a red sweater, which helped.
December 14: Maybe it's the fact that I'm hormonal.
Well, not much has changed on this front. I'm not on the verge of bursting into tears (or rage) at any given moment, but that's probably attributable to other factors.
December 14: Maybe it's the fact that I'm feeling a little bit burned out with the Big Idea.
One of the experimental Big Idea projects for 2007 has gotten excellent results after only a week of tentative beta-testing. I'm feeling really excited about it, which makes the humdrum day-to-day a little more tolerable. Plus, tomorrow I have set aside the entire day to work on the not-fun stuff, and once I can get into a groove things tend to go faster.
December 14: Maybe it's the fact that I haven't been to the gym in a month.
After my date, the mall, and a very nice slice of cheesecake I dragged my sorry self to the gym. When I walked through the door I felt like a scene from a movie, where I was instantly transferred to a sunny meadow, and the ellipitcal machines and I ran into each other's arms in slow motion, while butterflies flitted about in the background. It was magical, let me assure you.
Other things that have dispelled the grump:
-- A delightful trip down to Blacksburg, home of my alma mater and current residence of my friend Ms. Used to Blog. The drive down there gave me some time to think about life, the lazy hours in town gave me time to enjoy the simple pleasures of a small town, and the drive back gave me time to get excited about the coming weeks.
-- Pretty clothes. After the very unfortunate moth-eats-four-sweaters incident of October, I've been a little lacking in the nice winter clothes department. But after having an adorable cashmere jacket made in Shanghai, a shopping spree in Ann Taylor, and a supplemental trip to Eileen Fisher, all is once again right with Ms. Write Again Soon's fashion world.
-- High definition television. I've recently come to the conclusion that I actually enjoy watching sports. In fact, right now I am cheering on my secret NBA husband Dirk Nowitzki as he leads Dallas to a win over Sacramento. With the courtside tickets running a bit steep ($895 per ticket), the big screen in the sunroom is the next best thing.
Comments
Hi-Def rocks. Why my wife is the best in the world:
Me: (Half joking) Honey, why don't we just get a big tv this year instead of going away for the weekend on our anniversary?
Wife: That's a great idea. Just make sure I get flowers.
Me: (Jackpot!) Deal!
Posted by: Mr. PHS at December 19, 2006 10:30 AM
