I’ve made the executive decision to go home after work today rather than go to class.
I am tired, I don’t feel well, my back hurts, and I need to clean. Allison is coming tonight!
Also. I only have to do this Thursday shift two more times this semester. Hooray!
I finished Life On the Refridgerator Door last night and I cried. I cried really hard. It was a bit depressing and really thought provoking and definitely not a good book to finish right before you fall asleep.
But! As I laid in bed falling asleep a familiar tune came out of WFMT (the public classical radio station here in Chicago): Minuetto and Trio. It made me happy, I hadn’t heard it in a long time…5 years, really.
We played it for our woodwind choir my freshmen year of high school (and I had a really cool part in part of it) and at the time (and throughout my high school music career) I hated the song. We worked on it for a good 5 months. By the time that Solo/Ensemble came around, we were totally burnt out on it but we played it and we played it well (I do believe we got a Division I rating on it) and then we all vowed to never look at the piece again. Thank goodness the next year I moved from Concert Band to Symphonic Band/Wind Ensemble because we got to play a different piece (which I disliked just as much) and Concert Band played Minuetto and Trio again. Ha!
This is what the rest of my day looks like
- Work until noon. Go home.
- Eat lunch.
- Nap.
- Clean the bathroom.
- Clean my bedroom.
- Go see “Milk” at 7 with Sam.
- Pick up Allison from Union Station at 10:45
Mind you, the order between “Go home” and “Go see “Milk” at 7″ are subject to change. But that nap? Oh yes. It’s happening. Most likely on the couch, curled up with the TV on, and a crazy man-kitten named Desmond offering cuddles. Hopefully those cuddles don’t turn into chomping on my face/hands/arms as they usually do.
I should also make tea at some point today. Possibly chai. And then I’ll drink it.
PS. I didn’t start that mitten last night. I will today. I don’t like cold hands.
