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progress: on we go
Apr. 10th, 2014 09:25 pmResponse cards keep trickling in. We've picked out a few hours' worth of music for the dinner and dancing phases of the reception. Also chose prelude and processional and recessional music. And wrote ourselves a ceremony script. Getting Shit Done, that's our motto.
Yesterday I got a note that a curling team of which I am the fifth player needed me for at least one game last night, possibly two. So I went along and played the one - and I did great!, but one of my teammates effed up his second shot in the eighth end and we snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. So we had to play again immediately (nature of the playoff process). That is, not having played a full game at front end since about this time last year, but only playing one game a week at vice - 2/3 as much running and sweeping - last fall and one six-end game a week at skip for the past month or so, I suddenly played two games in a single night at lead. I am so grievously out of shape. All my muscles hurt, and my incipient post-nasal-drippy cold combined with all that cold air turned into a nasty rattly cough today. Combined with not getting to bed until 1:30 last night, which is far too late for a person getting as old and boring as I am whose bedtime is more like 9:30 these days, and this was not a good morning. I stuck it out at work for a few hours, but I came home after half a day; I'm three hours ahead of the pace for a full week of work, so I'll only have one hour to make up over the rest of the pay period instead of four in order to avoid taking any leave. Anyway. I came home and had a nap and a long swig of cough syrup and am feeling a little better, and hoping a good (full!) night's sleep tonight will go even further. (Almost every time I sneeze, I bite my tongue. Hate that.)
Himself made dinner and I cleaned up the kitchen instead of leaving it for later. Very domestic.
Tomorrow night the Catholic choir gig is on for a class of kids getting confirmed. Sunday is Palm Sunday and we're off to the races: two Masses Sunday, first night of Passover Monday (so I'm not singing that night's Tenebrae service), Mass Thursday evening, non-Mass for Good Friday, Easter Vigil on Saturday, two Masses for Easter Sunday. That's a nine-hundred-dollar week for me, so I'm not complaining, exactly, but it's a lot of work and running around on top of one's day job. Next Sunday afternoon I think I shall nap like a champion.
I had more thoughts, but I can't remember them now. Getting married in six weeks. Aaaaaaaaa.
Yesterday I got a note that a curling team of which I am the fifth player needed me for at least one game last night, possibly two. So I went along and played the one - and I did great!, but one of my teammates effed up his second shot in the eighth end and we snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. So we had to play again immediately (nature of the playoff process). That is, not having played a full game at front end since about this time last year, but only playing one game a week at vice - 2/3 as much running and sweeping - last fall and one six-end game a week at skip for the past month or so, I suddenly played two games in a single night at lead. I am so grievously out of shape. All my muscles hurt, and my incipient post-nasal-drippy cold combined with all that cold air turned into a nasty rattly cough today. Combined with not getting to bed until 1:30 last night, which is far too late for a person getting as old and boring as I am whose bedtime is more like 9:30 these days, and this was not a good morning. I stuck it out at work for a few hours, but I came home after half a day; I'm three hours ahead of the pace for a full week of work, so I'll only have one hour to make up over the rest of the pay period instead of four in order to avoid taking any leave. Anyway. I came home and had a nap and a long swig of cough syrup and am feeling a little better, and hoping a good (full!) night's sleep tonight will go even further. (Almost every time I sneeze, I bite my tongue. Hate that.)
Himself made dinner and I cleaned up the kitchen instead of leaving it for later. Very domestic.
Tomorrow night the Catholic choir gig is on for a class of kids getting confirmed. Sunday is Palm Sunday and we're off to the races: two Masses Sunday, first night of Passover Monday (so I'm not singing that night's Tenebrae service), Mass Thursday evening, non-Mass for Good Friday, Easter Vigil on Saturday, two Masses for Easter Sunday. That's a nine-hundred-dollar week for me, so I'm not complaining, exactly, but it's a lot of work and running around on top of one's day job. Next Sunday afternoon I think I shall nap like a champion.
I had more thoughts, but I can't remember them now. Getting married in six weeks. Aaaaaaaaa.