State of the Me

Got off work an hour early yesterday due to the holiday-eve thing and also slowness at work. The patio right outside my work area has been being torn apart this week and rebuilt, so I've been having to keep the door closed so I can hear to answer the phones. That said, the workmen have been pretty fast. The new Trex flooring was complete by yesterday afternoon, and they were setting the walls back up by the time I left. Hopefully the second crew, who will be putting up the new patio cover, will be as efficient. But what this mostly has meant for me is the extensive use of the little red office fan I bought a month ago.

The fan is a Vornado. Every time I look at that name, I can't help but think, Miles. It does so sound like a nickname someone ought to have given him at some point during the series. Though I suppose parenthood and loss seems to've slowed him down just a tad in the last couple books.

After work, I spent half an hour at the UPS store sending various packages off to various people, and then ended up at home, wiped for the rest of the day. Having some minimal energy now (not helped by Wonderful Husband's work calling him to put out a metaphorical fire at 5am, and the cats loudly wanting food at 6am), I should proceed to Do Things before we head to the family party this afternoon. Where there will be a pool that I am (still) not allowed to swim in. :/

The Fourth of the Seventh

Did a little bit of stuff this morning, got knocked flat for several hours. Am beginning to intimately understand the spoons theory. Eventually recovered enough to go to my uncle's Independence Day party. Stayed through the fireworks shows, both professional and private. I swear the fireworks budgets on his street get bigger every year. Came home; one of the fun things about the drive is hitting the freeway connector overpasses and seeing the whole horizon filled with fireworks. And as a wonderful cap to the day, once we hit our tract, there was a cop car parked directly in front of the party house down the street. The one that sets fireworks off until like three in the morning every freaking year. Two cops stood talking to the crowd there, and looked very unimpressed with them.

Haven't heard a single firework go off from down the street in the last hour.... *glee*