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I am achingly tired, and should probably just give up and go to bed. But my inner 13-year-old resists the notion of going to bed at 9 on a Friday night (despite the fact I have nothing else to do and sleep is good) so I'm writing instead.
Today was our quarterly inventory day, a fact I had inconveniently forgotten until late yesterday afternoon. That wasn't a problem in and of itself--even working alone I can do all the counting in about an hour--but it added another thing to do onto a Friday what was already going to be too long. I had spent a large part of Thursday putting together some material for a growth opportunity for the bakery, which meant the cookies I would have done then got shifted back a day. Everything got done, finally, with big thanks to Deslie who stayed later than she was scheduled to help.
Saturday is the aforementioned cookout, and I'm still undecided about what to take. The carpool won't show up until afternoon, so I theoretically have lots of time to bake in the morning.
Except maybe I don't, because a co-worker of mine has had her marriage decay to the point where she is moving out, and tomorrow is her moving day. I feel that I should go and help her, and yet I am feeling quite unenthused about it. This puzzled me all day because I consider her a good friend and normally I like doing things for my friends. This evening while chopping zucchini for dinner I had an idea that might explain it. Years ago I helped someone who I thought was a friend who was also breaking up with her husband, and as the saying goes it ended badly. I won't say that it left me feeling cynical towards humanity--growing up as the fat girl with the funny last name took care of that--but it did open up new possibilities for cynicism in general. It depresses me to think that I could run out on a friend because of something that happened so long ago.
Or maybe I'm just tired. Full day of work + sinus congestion that keeps threatening to turn into sinus infection = tired. I'll get a night's sleep, have a good breakfast and make plans. I picked the sage I need for the bread recipe I'm considering while making dinner, so I could make the dough early and let it rise in the fridge while I go help for a few hours. Carrying boxes would be good exercise, which I will probably need because our bookkeeper has promised s'mores for dessert. To bed, then, and wait to see what sunrise brings.
Today was our quarterly inventory day, a fact I had inconveniently forgotten until late yesterday afternoon. That wasn't a problem in and of itself--even working alone I can do all the counting in about an hour--but it added another thing to do onto a Friday what was already going to be too long. I had spent a large part of Thursday putting together some material for a growth opportunity for the bakery, which meant the cookies I would have done then got shifted back a day. Everything got done, finally, with big thanks to Deslie who stayed later than she was scheduled to help.
Saturday is the aforementioned cookout, and I'm still undecided about what to take. The carpool won't show up until afternoon, so I theoretically have lots of time to bake in the morning.
Except maybe I don't, because a co-worker of mine has had her marriage decay to the point where she is moving out, and tomorrow is her moving day. I feel that I should go and help her, and yet I am feeling quite unenthused about it. This puzzled me all day because I consider her a good friend and normally I like doing things for my friends. This evening while chopping zucchini for dinner I had an idea that might explain it. Years ago I helped someone who I thought was a friend who was also breaking up with her husband, and as the saying goes it ended badly. I won't say that it left me feeling cynical towards humanity--growing up as the fat girl with the funny last name took care of that--but it did open up new possibilities for cynicism in general. It depresses me to think that I could run out on a friend because of something that happened so long ago.
Or maybe I'm just tired. Full day of work + sinus congestion that keeps threatening to turn into sinus infection = tired. I'll get a night's sleep, have a good breakfast and make plans. I picked the sage I need for the bread recipe I'm considering while making dinner, so I could make the dough early and let it rise in the fridge while I go help for a few hours. Carrying boxes would be good exercise, which I will probably need because our bookkeeper has promised s'mores for dessert. To bed, then, and wait to see what sunrise brings.
