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Living for the silence
Today I've been mostly sitting around menstruating. At least, that's how it feels, though I also remember doing a lot of chores today, so something's weird with that perception.
The first full week back at work was quite a culture shock after 2.5 weeks off, and it's changed things, as follows:
The living room looked all exotic and spacious last Sunday when I undecorated it, but I'm used to it now.
Today, on the seventh day in a row of having my alarm clock set after that long, lovely hiatus from alarm clocks, it finally woke me up for real. Perhaps the coming week won't be the fiasco of sleeping-in that the last one was.
I knitted a scarf, because I lost my old scarf. It was fast, and soft, and the colors were lovely. Not my usual kind of project, but quite delicious... and Rafe was happy to model it for me this morning. (That's my warmest coat he's lying on, giving you a fair sense of my typical midwinter ensemble.)
As for work, the changes in food benefits have gone into effect. (The place empties out earlier when it's not possible to get free dinner by working late, who would've thought?) We also got our first paychecks of 2009, and sure enough, 60% of it got withheld, so I'm now living on peanuts. Interestingly, the pay period in question ended on the 31st... there is no rule that 401(k) contributions made in a given calendar year actually come from wages earned in that year. It's just about when the paycheck is processed.
I bought music over the weekend anyway, using up precious peanuts, because I really wanted the Fleet Foxes album. I also really want to get the 2007 album by Sky Cries Mary... and just in case you're put off by the title "Small Town", I'll tell you that the title song is about a city. I live for the silence when the snow shuts the city down. It turns the noise of a million mouths (?) into a very very small town.
Most of my plans for this spring are lying in pieces at the moment. To fail to plan is... I know, I know, I know. But, dear parental voices in my head, what if to fail to plan is just to acknowledge the inevitably unpredictable vicissitudes of the universe? Hmm?
The first full week back at work was quite a culture shock after 2.5 weeks off, and it's changed things, as follows:
The living room looked all exotic and spacious last Sunday when I undecorated it, but I'm used to it now.
Today, on the seventh day in a row of having my alarm clock set after that long, lovely hiatus from alarm clocks, it finally woke me up for real. Perhaps the coming week won't be the fiasco of sleeping-in that the last one was.
I knitted a scarf, because I lost my old scarf. It was fast, and soft, and the colors were lovely. Not my usual kind of project, but quite delicious... and Rafe was happy to model it for me this morning. (That's my warmest coat he's lying on, giving you a fair sense of my typical midwinter ensemble.)
As for work, the changes in food benefits have gone into effect. (The place empties out earlier when it's not possible to get free dinner by working late, who would've thought?) We also got our first paychecks of 2009, and sure enough, 60% of it got withheld, so I'm now living on peanuts. Interestingly, the pay period in question ended on the 31st... there is no rule that 401(k) contributions made in a given calendar year actually come from wages earned in that year. It's just about when the paycheck is processed.
I bought music over the weekend anyway, using up precious peanuts, because I really wanted the Fleet Foxes album. I also really want to get the 2007 album by Sky Cries Mary... and just in case you're put off by the title "Small Town", I'll tell you that the title song is about a city. I live for the silence when the snow shuts the city down. It turns the noise of a million mouths (?) into a very very small town.
Most of my plans for this spring are lying in pieces at the moment. To fail to plan is... I know, I know, I know. But, dear parental voices in my head, what if to fail to plan is just to acknowledge the inevitably unpredictable vicissitudes of the universe? Hmm?