Today

I woke up this morning feeling hideous -- tired and icky and like I'd rather curl up and sleep the day away than get up. So I decided then and there that a picnic was in order.

It's been a week of moderate stress, so we just decided to treat ourselves -- to breakfast pastries instead of whole wheat toast, to ready made deli sandwiches, to nice juice and watermelon and chocolate. And we got in the car and drove to Deep Cove, a place I'd never been, and spent the day picnicking on the beach. We wandered about, picked up crabs from under the rocks on the beach, tossed rocks into the water, walked out onto the pier, played on the playground, and then went to the ice cream store on the way back.

We drove back into town and did a few errands along the way which made us feel terribly virtuous and like we had Accomplished Something with our day, and then went and bought cider, steaks for the bbq, potatoes for roasting and asparagus to go with it, and I think that there might be a movie later on. Who knows.

Man, this treating ourselves nicely sure is great. And a nice antidote to a frustrating week.

Oh, and the pink eye is mostly gone, with some moistening eye drops and hot cloths and all that stuff. Feels MUCH better today. Damned dry eyes and dry office air and staring at a computer and an office kitchen that last week didn't have filtered water (dehydration adding to the problem) and damned pipes at that damned establishment that don't provide tap water that I want to drink. (I'm not being fussy: the water fountains all say "Flush for a FULL MINUTE before drinking", and DAMN, I am not drinking something that needs to be FLUSHED.)