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Mleh. It's just one of those days....
...although it's hard to sustain the grumbling through when the full moon is a pregnant orange band behind the trees, still mostly shadowed and looking more like a richly-colored paper lantern than like the moon I'm used to.... It's a good thing, a clear thing and a joyous thing. This day needed that.
It hasn't been a hideously bad day. It has been one of those days that wear you down by small degrees, yet leave you with the certainty that really, there was no disaster; really, it could have been so much worse, and yet it never so much as threatened it.
I got up this morning with a myriad of errands. I needed to pay a bill; to do that, I needed a stamp; we were out of stamps. Fine, I need to buy stamps. My watch stopped sometime over the weekend, with the usual dead-battery lookings. Fine, I need to get the watch battery replaced. I'd received a rebate check, so I needed to cash it. And I had a few other miscellany to pick up, but they were not all that important. Also, I'm on call during office hours this week. My hours aren't usually quite the standard ones (they are within the limits that my boss can okay, though, and he has). This week they need to be. And my watch doesn't work, which spoilt the whole "sit outside till it's time to go in, and read" thing unless I wanted to run the car for half an hour.
Enh, that's just a long day. But it was marked further by the feeling of not getting as much as I wish I could have, done. The worst call of the day was the last one, and it was simple. There's a site that has not applied a patch for a known issue (they are planning to soon, it just has not yet been done); they'd been hit by it. Would I please connect in and kick it back into proper behavior? And I did, and it was just as easy as advertised. However, the call came in as I was just starting into the ladies' room, having just finished the call before it and really needing to go. Fortunately, the task was not only simple, it was brief. But still.
I cashed the check. Then I stopped at Fred Meyer to get the watch battery replaced and buy my stamps and miscellany. No...watch. ARGH! In the fluster-fuss of the last call and all that, I somehow didn't think of it. It's sitting on my desk. Get to Fred Meyer's, stand in line at customer service (after failing to find my other miscellany). Buy stamps. Find out I could have bought them at any checkout stand (which did not used to be true, as best I can recall; but I don't usually buy stamps there). Also find out the lady who does watch batteries has Sunday and Monday as her 'weekend' so having the watch would have done me no good.
Come home. Sulk. Hot, tired, off balance. Hiding in the air conditioning. Tonight is the second half of Yule on Ephemera, and I felt I should go to the party scene; I would likely even have enjoyed it, but I simply did not have the energy or will.... I'm likely headed to bed early.Mrph.
In the time it's taken me to write this, the moon has completely cleared the trees. Round and heavy and butter-yellow, the vivid orange paper-lantern look lost now that it's more fully visible. It's still beautiful.
It hasn't been a hideously bad day. It has been one of those days that wear you down by small degrees, yet leave you with the certainty that really, there was no disaster; really, it could have been so much worse, and yet it never so much as threatened it.
I got up this morning with a myriad of errands. I needed to pay a bill; to do that, I needed a stamp; we were out of stamps. Fine, I need to buy stamps. My watch stopped sometime over the weekend, with the usual dead-battery lookings. Fine, I need to get the watch battery replaced. I'd received a rebate check, so I needed to cash it. And I had a few other miscellany to pick up, but they were not all that important. Also, I'm on call during office hours this week. My hours aren't usually quite the standard ones (they are within the limits that my boss can okay, though, and he has). This week they need to be. And my watch doesn't work, which spoilt the whole "sit outside till it's time to go in, and read" thing unless I wanted to run the car for half an hour.
Enh, that's just a long day. But it was marked further by the feeling of not getting as much as I wish I could have, done. The worst call of the day was the last one, and it was simple. There's a site that has not applied a patch for a known issue (they are planning to soon, it just has not yet been done); they'd been hit by it. Would I please connect in and kick it back into proper behavior? And I did, and it was just as easy as advertised. However, the call came in as I was just starting into the ladies' room, having just finished the call before it and really needing to go. Fortunately, the task was not only simple, it was brief. But still.
I cashed the check. Then I stopped at Fred Meyer to get the watch battery replaced and buy my stamps and miscellany. No...watch. ARGH! In the fluster-fuss of the last call and all that, I somehow didn't think of it. It's sitting on my desk. Get to Fred Meyer's, stand in line at customer service (after failing to find my other miscellany). Buy stamps. Find out I could have bought them at any checkout stand (which did not used to be true, as best I can recall; but I don't usually buy stamps there). Also find out the lady who does watch batteries has Sunday and Monday as her 'weekend' so having the watch would have done me no good.
Come home. Sulk. Hot, tired, off balance. Hiding in the air conditioning. Tonight is the second half of Yule on Ephemera, and I felt I should go to the party scene; I would likely even have enjoyed it, but I simply did not have the energy or will.... I'm likely headed to bed early.Mrph.
In the time it's taken me to write this, the moon has completely cleared the trees. Round and heavy and butter-yellow, the vivid orange paper-lantern look lost now that it's more fully visible. It's still beautiful.