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Sep. 6th, 2005
Scheduling Issues
Sep. 6th, 2005 11:41 am( Read more... )
There's SO much to do. There're SO many folks to see. There're only so many hours in the day. I'm getting exhausted just considering all this. But if I can do it all, then shouldn't I?
EDIT: How accurate is my memory/anticipation of exhaustion & recovery levels/requirements?
There's SO much to do. There're SO many folks to see. There're only so many hours in the day. I'm getting exhausted just considering all this. But if I can do it all, then shouldn't I?
EDIT: How accurate is my memory/anticipation of exhaustion & recovery levels/requirements?
Added Level of Complexity
Sep. 6th, 2005 03:27 pmAs I was contemplating how to help satisfy ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stacymckenna's choco urges by making Ben & Jerry's Choco Reese's Chunk ice cream tonight, I got a call from Kaiser letting me know that someone's cancelled and I can go in for surgery (wart removal) THIS THURSDAY! So, now I'm off to do laundry in the morn o'morrow, followed by meeting w/the doc and anathethiaologist (sp - too lazy to look it up) in the afternoon, then geting driven to the hospital 1st thing Th morning (THANK YOU delerium3!), returning w/a hole in my right foot a couple of hours later. Now I'm gonna start worrying again. What me worry?! Yeah. Don't know why either.
stacymckenna's choco urges by making Ben & Jerry's Choco Reese's Chunk ice cream tonight, I got a call from Kaiser letting me know that someone's cancelled and I can go in for surgery (wart removal) THIS THURSDAY! So, now I'm off to do laundry in the morn o'morrow, followed by meeting w/the doc and anathethiaologist (sp - too lazy to look it up) in the afternoon, then geting driven to the hospital 1st thing Th morning (THANK YOU delerium3!), returning w/a hole in my right foot a couple of hours later. Now I'm gonna start worrying again. What me worry?! Yeah. Don't know why either.
Oops, It's Not Yet Wed
Sep. 6th, 2005 05:11 pmLJ insists it's September 2nd, so I've been making all today's entries w/the self-inflicted incorrect date of 9/7. That's o'morrow. I think. Today IS Tu, right? Did I miss a day entirely? I'd lose my head if'n it weren't attached...
EDIT: Have changed all today's entries to reflect the actual (not imagined) date. Meanwhile, today's NOT a day to leave the house, at least not after Noon. Just got back from an incredibly frustrating shopping trip. No U-Turns started the expedition (you apparently can't get there from here) and it ended w/the slow as molasses in February in VT grocery bagger who decided to stuff everything into one bag (single-bagged) so that I needed two hands to hold/carry it plus stuck the bananas and marshmallows on the BOTTOM beneath the milk, cream, cans, and whatnot w/not-surprisingly the handle ripping as I carried it up the stairs to the front door. I need a stiff drink (whatEVER), but won't, 'cause I am going out yet again later tonight, this time for food and pleasure. And right now, outside, a woman is cleaning a rug by beating it mercilessly on the chain link fence: bash, crash, bash, crash. I wanna scream.
EDIT: Have changed all today's entries to reflect the actual (not imagined) date. Meanwhile, today's NOT a day to leave the house, at least not after Noon. Just got back from an incredibly frustrating shopping trip. No U-Turns started the expedition (you apparently can't get there from here) and it ended w/the slow as molasses in February in VT grocery bagger who decided to stuff everything into one bag (single-bagged) so that I needed two hands to hold/carry it plus stuck the bananas and marshmallows on the BOTTOM beneath the milk, cream, cans, and whatnot w/not-surprisingly the handle ripping as I carried it up the stairs to the front door. I need a stiff drink (whatEVER), but won't, 'cause I am going out yet again later tonight, this time for food and pleasure. And right now, outside, a woman is cleaning a rug by beating it mercilessly on the chain link fence: bash, crash, bash, crash. I wanna scream.
