4 posts tagged “morning”
This morning, I don't go to work until 10. But, of course, I still woke up at the same old time. The good news is that led me to remembering that the rent was due pretty much last night by midnight. So I scrambled out of bed, dragged on some clothes, wrote the check, and ran down to the office to drop it off. It's mildly warm outside (at least, for someone coming out of the chill of winter), and I heard one or two birds chirping even before I went out. As I was walking back home, though, I realized...there are a lot of birds chirping. Including three big fat robins who just happen to be hanging out in my yard/tree, not to mention the bluejay and mourning dove that I saw. And all the other ones I could hear but not see.
I think it's safe to say that the weather's finally getting better for real. With winter, it jagged between cold and warm enough on so many days that it wasn't until January that we really got some bad weather, and I was afraid we were going to do the same in the transition to spring. And of course, it is kind of silly to automatically assume that robins = no more snow (I probably shouldn't add that the groundhog didn't see his shadow this year, either!), but I'm always an optimist when it comes to these things, and start looking forward to the day I can wear my light jacket instead of my winter one, and eventually, no jacket at all. And nothing, to me, makes that promise of better weather than a bunch of robins hopping around outside and making all kinds of noise as I'm getting ready in the morning.
Also, it's March First. So as far as all that lion/lamb business, I'm not sure what to say. It's quite lamb-like here at the moment, sure, but by the end of the day we're supposed to be having thunderstorms. Does that mean that our "lion" quotient is thus satisfied and by the end of the month, we'll be peacefully enjoying our newer, shinier, warmer weather? One can only hope.
Today I work a previously-unscheduled short shift because one of my co-workers called off yesterday and I made some offhand comment about how I would have come in if I wasn't already working. Somehow this led to me coming in today, which, money-wise is great. Hours have sucked lately and I'm always desperate to get more this time of year. And it is the first, which means I'll get my 30% discount today instead of the regular 20, and I did have a couple of things I wanted to get. It means that, since I'm working tomorrow, the dishes and housecleaning stuff won't get done until Saturday, but I suppose I can deal with that.
The sun's coming in the living room window, which is making it somewhat difficult to see, but I wanted to open the blinds so that the cat could enjoy the birds that I know she could hear out there. So maybe I'll get off of here and watch some TV or make some breakfast or something. I really am such a morning person, and this kind of morning is one of the best.
This week, weather-wise, has been one of the absolute worst in recent memory. Foggy and misty the first two days of the week, and soggy and rainy the next two as well. I don't get depressed (much) by grey, snowy days, but rain just absolutely kills me. Especially when it's been coming down in one form or another, on-and-off, for the last 80-ish hours. Yuck.
I had no desire to wake up this morning--but faced with the pouring rain (again), and the prospect of another day stuck at the front of the store, hoping that someone will remember to give me a break soon, without a chance of actually getting to do something different for a change, who would be? Yesterday was pretty much nonstop, given the amount of product I had to unpack, unwrap, and merchandise. After work I caught the bus to J's apartment. The driver was a talker, meaning that while I would much rather sink into the seat and ride around in the dark listening to my music, instead I had to turn the volume down and maintain an unpredictable but more or less constant stream of small talk until someone else got on the bus for the driver to talk to. I suppose, though, that too friendly is better than some of the surlier types I've dealt with as drivers who seem like they really aren't suited to the job at all.
Last night we were all expected at a gathering of a club we used to be in when we lived on campus, because one of our friends and founders of the group is leaving town to move closer to his girlfriend. The company wasn't what I normally keep (though to be fair, I don't keep much at all) and J and I ended up spending a couple hours in the corner, playing rummy because she didn't really fit in either. Ah, well. I really wasn't all that disappointed that I wasn't forced to socialize with people I don't relate to. I can do it if I have to, if it's important, but it really wasn't.
Surprisingly, I have been reading a bit more lately. What's strange is that I've been doing it in a way that's most unlike me--I have three or four things that I've read partially, and few that I've finished. It kind of sucks, but I guess with the smaller amount of time I've been spending at work in the evening, it's to be expected. Thanks to a couple girls at work who live nearby here and almost always work dayshift between the two of them, I've been having rides home. This is awesome, as I actually get stuff done sometimes now before Evan gets home. But anyway, as far as the books go, I'll go ahead and add them onto my list here, because I'm not sure when I'll finish them and get a chance to really talk about them.
That's probably enough of an entry for now, though I'll try to put down some more later. Lots to talk about, really. It's the follow-through that gets problematic.
Today I think I must feel like those poor souls who lurk outside our store's doors each morning, waiting for the 9AM moment when the lights flip on and the gates are flung open, and then proceed to shuffle blearily past the tables piled high with books, the seemingly-infinite displays of cards, candy, and oh so much more Christmas Crap in order to arrive at the altar of hope for those who have yet to wake up: the coffee shop.
Hit the sleep alarm twice today, leaving about twelve minutes before Evan's normally 30-minute delayed alarm went off. The cat, having been fed late yesterday because it was Sunday and we actually slept in a bit, gave no insistent yowls for her normal 7:30am feeding, and lounged casually near the window even as I tottered into the kitchen and poured forth the manna she so eagerly anticipates every other morning, to the point of deafening, can't-ignore-them squalls from the foot of the bed, or sometimes, when she feels most deprived, my shoulder, shoving her wet kitty nose against an ear or an eye or my nose as additional enticement to drag myself out of bed.
Monday hangs over the cars outside with palpable gloom: a misty, greyish fog that clings to windows and hints threateningly at the possibility that the sun Will Not Be Seen Today, has Other Engagements that are Infinitely More Important than bringing a last few rays of warmth, the reminder of times not long gone, and a promise of spring's return to the town of Morgantown, traditionally enveloped in a funereal cloud for most of the months of November through March. Now, we are only promised that smudgy, gloomy mist, which hearkens of snow and ice, wind and rain, and you better bring your coat and hat because you never know what's going to be coming out of the sky the next time you turn around.
Winter is coming. Knocking on the door. Sun ain't gonna fight it off for much longer, folks. Get ready.
Another quiet morning, sunshine filtering through the living room blinds. I'm sure Mom's still freaked out that we haven't put curtains up, but for some reason I like it that way. I might also like it with curtains, but shopping for them is more effort than I feel like mustering, for some reason.
Was forcefully awakened by my favorite feline, who felt the need to communicate her desire for fresh crunchy food at about 7:45. She woke me up out of a dream that I have, of course, since forgotten.
We stayed up pretty late (for us) last night, having a friend over in the evening. We watched a couple episodes of Supernatural, which she introduced me to because I got her stuck on Lost. So far I'm really liking it, though the water-spirit death by drowning episode wasn't the best one for someone who at best, mildly dislikes water and at worst is afraid of it to the point of unreason.
It's so foggy outside right now that all I can see is the edge of our car, the silhouette of the tree and bush outside, and a bright yellow glowing mist. Very pretty.
I'm actually still kind of sleepy, but I wanted to do a bit of writing here, and also mention that the RP I got last night made me very happy indeed. Yay.
Back to bed with me, I think.
