The long emergency is over — what gas shortage
Making it to the 5:00 bell (not a real bell, just the figurative bell that clangs loudly in my head at the end of the day, dismissing me from my desk and back into my life) felt like a huge accomplishment today—ridiculously huge.
I cleared out my inbox (for the most part) and only brought one thing home to work on over the weekend. It’s proofreading an instruction manual that’s due first thing Monday morning. It’ll be the thing that keeps me from working on that essay I’ve been struggling with, but I’m in deeper doo-doo than I’ve been in all week if I don’t get it finished.
Can I tell you how grateful I am to no longer feel as if I just swallowed a bottle of vinegar and a box of baking soda? To be able to sit upright for more than ten minutes in a row? Really, really, really grateful.
Yes, lunch was a quandary and I definitely should have bowed out of the group trip to the local swill hole. I really botched it when I ordered a fish sandwich and french fries. But that was the only thing on the menu that didn’t come smothered in pepper jack cheese and chipotle sauce. Or bourbon.
Dear Damons,
Your menu sucks. Twelve bucks is too much for a salad. Especially one with iceburg lettuce. And the four bites of sandwich, three french fries and pickle that I ate gave me gas pains so extreme that from 4-5 pm I seriously worried that I might be having an appendicitis attack. I almost called you to transport me to the hospital. But then the 5:00 bell rang and I scuttled off to my truck. Fortunately I commute alone. If only I could have somehow used that gas for good.
Sincerely,
Kelly
I look forward to a good night’s sleep and beginning the deep disinfecting of the house tomorrow morning. I may even turn off the heat and open some windows and doors for a little while.
"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy."
~Henry David Thoreau
December 7th, 2007 at 9:35 pm
Yes! Get those germs out of there.
Glad you made it. And now you have a weekend!
December 7th, 2007 at 10:26 pm
Damons is the WORST. You always think it’s going to be not so bad, and then it’s so bad. (Isn’t that the place with the onion loaf? JUST SAY NO.)
December 8th, 2007 at 8:37 am
Thanks, Lisa! And yes…lovely, lovely weekend. I slept until 8 this morning and woke up actually wanting a cup of coffee for the first time in over a week. Nice!
December 8th, 2007 at 8:38 am
Becca, it was my second visit to a Damon’s. Last time I just had an overpriced salad and yes, actually got gas pains from that, too. I may have to give up the Friday lunch excursion if they continue to want to go there. And yes, I noticed the onion loaf on the menu and couldn’t quite get my brain wrapped around that one. Nasty, asty.
December 8th, 2007 at 11:51 am
I did the window opening thing yesterday and changed sheets and swept and vacuumed…still have to do a deeper cleaning but it’s a start. I’m so happy you’re back to solid ground again, so to speak. I am feeling so much better too and it was pure joy yesterday being able to clean my house without wanting to curl up in a ball every few minutes.
December 8th, 2007 at 2:23 pm
Well, I got the kitchen cleaned halfway and mopped the floor and am about to tackle the downstairs bathroom. But I need to food shop too and get dinner started at a decent hour. Suddenly the weekend is feeling v short. Soo glad you’re feeling better, Angelina. xo!
December 9th, 2007 at 1:27 am
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December 10th, 2007 at 9:01 pm
hey - i just bought a bottle of cazadores . . . you bring the limes . . . . and the cookies!!!
(but feel free to leave the gas at home, plenty here with the hoon all elderly now and sh*t 