And sometimes it's good to wake up super-early, even when you don't want to and you really need your sleep, because you can startle your boyfriend by having the closet emptied and all of the sweaters packed into Rubbermaid bins by the time he emerges from the shower. Because sometimes that is all the self-accomplishment you get in a day.
I honestly do not know what to do about these accursed college tours. I always end up in hideous pain by the end of them. I seriously wasn't sure I'd be able to get back to the car without assistance today. There are all these stairs, you see. And slow walking. Yes, I know I just kvetched about that a few days ago. But it keeps happening. My eyeballs hurt today, y'all. Normally that's when I hit the Tramadol, but I don't have any more Tramadol, plus it didn't do much for me anyway. Maybe if I bring my cane next time they'll reroute around stairs? I don't know. We were going to see about visiting Framingham State on Friday, but I'm thinking I could use a break.
On the plus side, aelscha
gave me a trash bag full of yarn. The yarn isn't trash. It is perfectly awesome yarn, some in the green I've been all up on lately, and sweater quantities of a nice charcoal grey DK. The trash bag was merely for transportation. When we got home, I emptied it onto the living room floor to survey it, and Victoria rolled around in it, so! good times for all. Adam thinks that this much yarn is indicative of a Yarn Problem. I maintain that if all of my yarn can fit into one small room (most of it in the desk hutch, even), I do not have a Yarn Problem. Adam has never heard of SABLE
I sort of ran out of steam on that last paragraph, and have been idly staring at the screen for a little bit. Tired 'song is tired. Bed early tonight for sure. No college tours tomorrow. Elayna's best friend is coming over and they will go take pictures at the cemetery and then play video games, and I hope I will write (after sleeping way in), and I'll do the Broad Universe interview I had to put off the other day due to exhaustion and lack of brain.
I wish I knew why Dar Williams looks so sad on her new album cover. I want to reach in and hug her. Dar, you are awesome. But so morose. I want to give you cookies. With sprinkles. (Y'all, Dar Williams has a new album out, and it is all about mythology. Listen
. Also read the article.)
Staring at the screen again, so! Signing off.