Yesterday was mixed. Nice sleeping in. Nice omelette making. Nice visit with Grandma. Icky (rental car) driving. Yucky not making it back to San Francisco in time to return the car early and be done with it. Horrid accidentally scraping the paint on said rental car in the crowded Safeway parking lot by running the front fender across the rear fender of an occupied vehicle. Almost no damage to his car. Obvious paint damage to the rental. Home in a thoroughly desolate mood.
Morning. Up early to return car and fill out damage report. Scramble at work to complete more information for a big presentation to other departments about the next release. Too many phone calls and people stopping by my cube (Is the desire not to be disturbed some sort of attractant?)
Presentation went very smoothly. Stayed on time and covered everything I intended to. Only some people fell asleep a little bit. Pretty good for a 3 hour meeting. Left work early and was home by 6pm. Borderline too-hot – it would be a perfect summer day, but in April it makes me wonder how hot summer will get.
Now it’s night. I want to walk out and sit in some nice cafe or tea shop or bar and experience the city, but then I’d stay up too late and spend money I shouldn’t. Yeah. Fretful Dinah.
Oh, I just hate feeling like a Smiths song, or at least feeling like “How Soon Is Now?” This is dumb. I’m going for a walk. Maybe I’ll come back home feeling “Vicar in a Tutu”.