Nice evening to end a nasty week
The week is finally over.
I was contacted by Dad via email just minutes after I posted my Wednesday blog entry. How eerie, that I think of him and he appears. I spent the entire day today working on projects and nothing else, trying to get my backlog cleared before my boss takes a few days off and I have to do my job and hers, at which point I will be buried again.
It was wonderful to come home and put on some jazz and blues (Diana Krall, Nina Simone, Norah Jones, Muddy Waters, even some Acker Bilk and Esbjörn Svensson Trio) and make dinner. I drank a glass of 2000 Mt Baker Vineyards Merlot (WA) while prepping dinner, which consisted of an incredibly tender NY Strip steak, chilled marinated mushrooms, and half a perfectly ripe avocado stuffed with bay shrimp. Presently I am sipping my second glass of wine and nibbling on some dark chocolate that a client sent me.
This weekend, I have no plans. I didn;t have time to think of any, and when I was asked, I decided to wait and see what I felt like doing. I may just spend the entire weekend in my jammies, writing erotica and Holiday cards. Or, I might go to Pix Patisserie for the unpronouncable dessert I have renamed 'The Chocolate Orgasm', catch the powwow at PSU, or visit The Grotto for their piano concert series, or walk along the Waterfront to watch the Christmas Fleet sail by. Rob told me about fundraiser for the Dzogchen Buddhist Retreat, and I heard about the Baroque period performances at the Trinity Cathedral. Decisions, decisions... I wish Chris was here.
Mmmm. Stephanie is burning nag champa incense. Smells wonderful. I think I'll go meditate and hit the sack early.
I was contacted by Dad via email just minutes after I posted my Wednesday blog entry. How eerie, that I think of him and he appears. I spent the entire day today working on projects and nothing else, trying to get my backlog cleared before my boss takes a few days off and I have to do my job and hers, at which point I will be buried again.
It was wonderful to come home and put on some jazz and blues (Diana Krall, Nina Simone, Norah Jones, Muddy Waters, even some Acker Bilk and Esbjörn Svensson Trio) and make dinner. I drank a glass of 2000 Mt Baker Vineyards Merlot (WA) while prepping dinner, which consisted of an incredibly tender NY Strip steak, chilled marinated mushrooms, and half a perfectly ripe avocado stuffed with bay shrimp. Presently I am sipping my second glass of wine and nibbling on some dark chocolate that a client sent me.
This weekend, I have no plans. I didn;t have time to think of any, and when I was asked, I decided to wait and see what I felt like doing. I may just spend the entire weekend in my jammies, writing erotica and Holiday cards. Or, I might go to Pix Patisserie for the unpronouncable dessert I have renamed 'The Chocolate Orgasm', catch the powwow at PSU, or visit The Grotto for their piano concert series, or walk along the Waterfront to watch the Christmas Fleet sail by. Rob told me about fundraiser for the Dzogchen Buddhist Retreat, and I heard about the Baroque period performances at the Trinity Cathedral. Decisions, decisions... I wish Chris was here.
Mmmm. Stephanie is burning nag champa incense. Smells wonderful. I think I'll go meditate and hit the sack early.
posted by KR | 12/09/2005 07:27:00 PM
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