Short version: we will be moving into a new house in a few days (huzzah!) but there have been some postponements (hiss!) and I can’t even really show you photos of it yet or anything because I basically haven’t seen it since we signed the lease a month ago. This is my long, beleaguered sigh. This next week is going to be brutally, awfully painful, combining moving with an extra day of work that I’m not paid for that involves an actual test (bloodborne pathogens certification! Sounds SUPER FUN), and! Easter! With the extended family! I actually want to do that last part, but still: Oh my god I’m going to die. I keep telling myself that this time next month I’ll be mostly settled into my own house. This time next month. This time next month.
Meanwhile at the bar the other night a guy sat for hours drinking beer and watching ST:TNG on his laptop. He’d pause when he got up to get fresh beers.
My friends and I sat and talked about nerd stuff for hours, and every once and a while we’d look over and find this sort of universal comfort glowing back at us, this perfect, gentle encouragement that even though were are all broke and overworked and bewildered at how we got here, there’s still Q.
Back at my dad’s house, ThinkTank’s favorite TV show is Animal Planet’s Too Cute: Kittens. I swear I am not shitting you. Look:
We eventually have to turn the channel because she watches it so intently and with so many muscles flexed that we’re afraid she’ll hurt herself.
April 4th, 2012 | Totally Unrelated