So tell me, in the 24 hours preceding the moment when you set your eyes upon this prompt, what has been your Happy and your Crappy?
Happy: I had a fantastic dinner date on Friday night with my boy. His sister was at a birthday party and Dad was semi-conscious in front of the Padre game, so my boy and I stole away for a few of our favorite things: salmon nigiri and spicy tuna. It was a nice night, we got a great table outside, and we just sat and yakked and ate and I got to stare into his gorgeous blue eyeballs the whole time. Lovely.
Crappy: Then I came home to read my e-mail and found that my work peeps had summarily disagreed with an idea I had offered up, which would make all the world easier and smoother and better. And now I know that I have to take the complicated road, which they are all going to like even less. Job-suck alert.
I refuse to call my beloved High Point Low Point Happy Crappy. Flat out refuse. But I will tell you this: in the paper last week -- I think maybe the Hartford Courant? -- the editors deconstructed the days of the golfers at the Masters with high light, low light and side light. Cool, huh?
I was tiyed yesterday, after a late night on Thursday. I had a perfectly fine day, though, and an absolutely lovely evening with the Mistah and our friends Michael and Elizabeth at the local wine tasting -- with free pizza, I might add -- and at our beloved Tavern. I gotta say, though, when I drove us home, and got in my bed, I let out a contented, long, down-to-my-toes sigh. Ahhhh.....
I hate to complain about the weather. And I hate when other people complain about the weather, especially when it's April and we've had 2 solid weeks of incredibly beautiful days. Which, yes, followed the Storm of the Millennium, but still -- it's been awesome. Today, though, is cold and rainy and very April-like. Which is fine, since it is April, but my two agenda items of the day -- going on a bike ride and painting those front steps -- have to be put on hold. Again.
I think I just said my high point was going to sleep and my low point was waking up . . .
Refuse? I think it's genius! Happy/Crappy, I love it!
Happy: Well, I had a happy time this morning at yoga, it was a very challenging class, my first with the torture master, Jo, since going back after having Capri. And I not only did I survive, but did pretty well. Yeah for me. We also had a very comical dinner last night. It seems kind-of awful now, but we were in stiches over the names we were coming up with for a classmate of Anneke's, who T seems to think has an unsually large head. We went through all manner of big-headed names, all in Spanish, of course, but then settled on the very un-inspired, cabeza gigante. I guess you had to be there....
Crappy: I guess it's the fact that my boss returned to the office yesterday late moring. I mean, I'm glad he's back safe, but it sure is nice to have a week without the boss around (sorry, Jacquie!). It's not that I didn't do a good job while he was gone, because of course I did, but it's just nice to know you're not going to get handed any new projects or bothersome tasks. You can just concentrate on your very own work.