Monday, Monday . . .

Not much going on in my world today. We had our last warehouse shift today. It was all I could do not to let out a triumphant whoop when the clock chimed; my silly grin could not be contained. I do feel a twinge of regret over missing out on the tackiness, but I’ll survive. It might be nice to have do my own job. It’s been a while.

I have therapy later on this evening. An hour of someone subjecting my crazy ideas about holidays and men to reality is always a nice way to cap off a Monday. The good news is that my parents just something amazing—they gave me a whole bunch of money to help me pay off some old bills. Unbidden. Yay, Parents! Talk about Christmas present. And, I don’t want to jinx anything, but things look good in the dating department, too (no, not with IcelandMan. I read his profile. He’s hilarious, but he’s also completely unhinged. Pity, I would have liked Iceland for a time, I think). The upshot of all this rambling is that I don’t think I’m going to spend an hour crying about my miserable life this evening, and that’s good.

After therapy I’m supposed to meet up with an old friend who’s around until tomorrow morning before she flies back to California. Here’s the thing, though. I don’t really feel like it. Sure, I’d like to see her and all, but I don’t feel like doing two hours of driving tonight to do it. What I really feel like doing is going home, curling up in my comfy chair, and knitting while watching a movie. I feel like a jerk for canceling, but I didn’t know she was going to be around until after she got here, so it’s not like these were longstanding plans. Oh well. Next time.

Anything interesting going on with you?

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12 responses to “Monday, Monday . . .

  1. Honestly, therapy included, it sounds like an ideal evening–talking to someone objective, knitting, movies, home. Enjoy.

  2. Thank you. I’m about to.

  3. Drinking, hate crimes and a little sodomy, the usual, I got 2 new commenters today always nice.

  4. Sounds like a usual day in the life of Knudsen. Congratulations on your two new commenters. That always is a kick, isn’t it?

    Dive, your life is fascinating, and you should celebrate it.

  5. Poor Dive. Seriously. (don’t read my comment below)

    Sassy, I had to go out last night to help my daughter finish up some Christmas shopping, and when we finally got to home, there was such a sense of relief. Ah, home, we thought. We had a fire in the fireplace, listened to Christmas music, and did not watch TV. Very homey.

  6. OK, Dive. You can Grinch in peace.

    Robyn, it sounds like you had a wonderful evening. I did, too. Made considerable progress on my sister’s wallet (why she wants a knitted wallet is beyond me, but I’m enjoying the knit—I learned how to make a button hole properly).

  7. I know that feeling-of making plans and as the day approaches, just rather not doing it.

    Ah, therapy.

  8. It is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?

  9. The Hangar Queen

    Lying on my couch eating a hot buttered muffin with a mug of scalding hot tea and blogging by the lights on our Christmas tree.
    Not bad for a lunchtime on Tuesday.

  10. Sounds lovely.

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