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what a difference a day (or two) makes
Oct. 7th, 2009 09:48 pmMonday, as we saw, I got home late enough from rehearsal that there was no parking at my building; further, though, for the first time since I've lived here, there was no parking anywhere in the complex, even up in the faraway bits near the metro tracks. Nothing. I drove around trying to park the car for twenty minutes and ended up parking on the street.
Tuesday, therefore, I had to get up early to move the car before Restricted Hours, and then went to the doctor, felt wretched, bruised my ribs with sneezing, etc.
Today, I worked from home so I could stagger working and resting in a more beneficial manner than the head-on-desk method I'd have had to employ at work; and I felt better by the hour, as predicted, even though I continued to watch the clock to see when it would be time to take my medicine. (I'm the opposite of a small child with this. My subconscious knows perfectly well that taking medicine leads to feeling better, and makes the unsurprising leap to wanting to take the medicine right now so feeling better can happen as soon as possible. Fortunately, on this one, the superego is easily overruled by those who know something about dosing intervals.) Some work done and some feeling-better achieved, I went along to the gig some of us had to sing at a reception thing at the New Zealand embassy.
The Google maps directions had me go over to Georgia Ave and take that all the way down to Columbia, which I was then to take over to Massachusetts and up to Observatory Circle. NOTE PLEASE that to get from Georgia to Mass on Columbia you cross 16th St, WHICH I LIVE ON THE CORNER OF. Why Google didn't take me down 16th I'll never know, but following the printed directions rather than looking closely at the map - my own stupid fault, I admit - cost me at least fifteen minutes (it said it would take me 17 minutes to get there and actually took closer to 35, grr, grr). Fortunately I'd allowed plenty of time, so I missed about two minutes of warming-up is all. And we killed - we sang well, but this was the sort of thing where they'd have loved us even if we hadn't, so, you know. Plus I looked good, if I say so myself; it's only really for small-group singing-type occasions that I wear them, but I have a pair of dress trousers that come closer than anything else probably ever will to making me look leggy, so yay. (Not that this was in any way relevant, but when you're me, anything that lengthens your leg is a plus.)
AND then there was parking behind my building when I got home. Today has therefore in every way (except the Google maps thing) been better than yesterday or Monday.
And it's time to take my medicine now. :-D
Tuesday, therefore, I had to get up early to move the car before Restricted Hours, and then went to the doctor, felt wretched, bruised my ribs with sneezing, etc.
Today, I worked from home so I could stagger working and resting in a more beneficial manner than the head-on-desk method I'd have had to employ at work; and I felt better by the hour, as predicted, even though I continued to watch the clock to see when it would be time to take my medicine. (I'm the opposite of a small child with this. My subconscious knows perfectly well that taking medicine leads to feeling better, and makes the unsurprising leap to wanting to take the medicine right now so feeling better can happen as soon as possible. Fortunately, on this one, the superego is easily overruled by those who know something about dosing intervals.) Some work done and some feeling-better achieved, I went along to the gig some of us had to sing at a reception thing at the New Zealand embassy.
The Google maps directions had me go over to Georgia Ave and take that all the way down to Columbia, which I was then to take over to Massachusetts and up to Observatory Circle. NOTE PLEASE that to get from Georgia to Mass on Columbia you cross 16th St, WHICH I LIVE ON THE CORNER OF. Why Google didn't take me down 16th I'll never know, but following the printed directions rather than looking closely at the map - my own stupid fault, I admit - cost me at least fifteen minutes (it said it would take me 17 minutes to get there and actually took closer to 35, grr, grr). Fortunately I'd allowed plenty of time, so I missed about two minutes of warming-up is all. And we killed - we sang well, but this was the sort of thing where they'd have loved us even if we hadn't, so, you know. Plus I looked good, if I say so myself; it's only really for small-group singing-type occasions that I wear them, but I have a pair of dress trousers that come closer than anything else probably ever will to making me look leggy, so yay. (Not that this was in any way relevant, but when you're me, anything that lengthens your leg is a plus.)
AND then there was parking behind my building when I got home. Today has therefore in every way (except the Google maps thing) been better than yesterday or Monday.
And it's time to take my medicine now. :-D
