2004-04-12 - 7:44 p.m.
Counting on Thursday
I should be cleaning.
That's a little misleading. There is no outlined schedule anywhere that says I ought to be cleaning. But by my own thought process, I should be cleaning. Instead I'm making a diary entry. Clever, no?
Yes, I'm home on a Monday, just like I was home on Wednesday night. Andy wasn't getting back from SC (I think it was SC he was going to) until today sometime, so we don't go out until tomorrow. And of course, *grin* we're not bumping the week back a day like we might otherwise do. But we're in agreement about that, so it's all good.
This week we're starting our second contract. Sandusky County. And since that's just south of Ottawa Co, we'll be home nights. There is a tiny chance I'll be online for an hour or two after work tomorrow and Wednesday nights. And I'll be online after work (possibly) for that same hour or two next week as well.
The Lorain Co job was just rail; this job is just ROW work. (Er, ROW = Right Of Way, it has has to do with the "clear zone" that runs along roads. And I don't feel like getting much more technical than that.)
So it's another "weird" job. To be fair, most jobs are "weird" ones. I think we have at least one combined Rail/ROW job coming up this year, though. I'm planning on using that one to train Andy on the operator side of the job, since the office would like to have a second person trained to run computer.
And heck, once he's trained, I could make a command decision sometimes to have him do the footwork/operation, and take a turn at the wheel for the day every once in a while. That will be nice, in its way.
Ok, way too much babble about work. Work has nothing to do with why I think I should be cleaning, and nothing to do with why I'm not. (Well, ok, it does have to do with why I'm not - after all, I could peck away at the attempts to tidy things a bit tomorrow and Wednesday nights a bit too.)
Depending on how you're counting them, there's three days, or 2. I'm inclined to say 3, since I will be working most of a "normal" Thursday. So I think it counts against counting down. Or something.
She's going to be here on Thursday. I'm... excited and keyed up, and yes having moments of rabbit-panic now and then - but they're in no way any kind of deal. It's a little like it used to be in HS going to State with the choir - you get to the point where you don't even know what kind of nerves/excitement it is that's making you so keyed up, you just know that it is, and it's everything, and you're so looking forward to it.
That might be a flawed comparison - not only do I not know how many potential readers would ever have done something like competed at state with their high school chorus, but I also don't know that anyone would have experienced it the way that I (and, truthfully, most of my friends in the choir as well) did.
Part of me is really torn between thinking this will be a chance to catch up on sleep, and thinking the FRFF mantra of "sleep is for the weak," operating under the theory that I want to be awake to be remembering every moment.
Do I need to explain catch up on sleep? Nights that aren't work-nights for me, we tend to run 'round the clock until it's time for daytime minutes to be in effect. And on weekends - well, weekends are like nightime minutes: free. So, uhm, yeah. Not doing as much of the old "sleep most moments when I'm not out of the house doing something to unwind" trick these days. Worth it.
The sometimes lack of sleep is worth it. The expected cost of my next wireless bill is worth it. And however much Sunday is going to suck will also be worth it.
Being a "real" person, I honestly never expected that real people could actually feel quite this way. I'd considered it literary hyperbole if applied to anyone over the homonal age where a relationship is naturally blown out of perspective. (Because, really - in HS? What isn't blown out of perspective?)
I was wrong. So very, very wrong. It is possible to feel like this, being a reasonably real person or not. This runs beyond bone-deep, and seems to expand every day.
We were talking last night (this morning, whatever). Phone contact came up (always sort of does, being on the phone and all). Since like the second or third time we spoke on the phone, we've been on the phone at least a few minutes every day. I don't think we've missed a day. Sometimes it's only a brief chat, but every day. That hit home when I realized how much it would be missing something if there was a day we didn't get at least a few minutes in on the line.
I probably sound obsessed. It's not that, or at least I don't think the connotation of that word is the right one.
It's that she's so completely become a solid part of my life. Coming from a creature of habit, who rarely changes routines without needing to, I guess I feel like that says something. That the day's a bit off if I haven't had a chance to speak to her, to hear her voice.
Saturday night was a Peter Mulvey show in Dayton. (At Canal St. of course.) And we txted back and forth - during the show, no less. Sara seems to still think that's very cute. In fact, at one point she wasn't sure if I was still txting, and gestured as if to ask what was wrong that I wasn't. Leave it to a fellow geek to think it's cute that I'm txt msging with my girl during a concert.
It was, incidentally, a great show - always is when Peter plays Canal St.
I, however, had a killer headache by the end of the night. About 80% sinus - weather's been wacky again lately - and maybe 20% stress. See, my car's brake light came back on, I'd for a little while had something scraping along under the undercarriage. And by the time we actually left, I'd had to get the car jumped, because I'd left the lights on like a complete and utter moron. So, much stress.
I'm afraid I was kinda bitchy at Talcott. I've already apologized, but I hope this counts as another apology - he shouldn't have had to put up with that.
3 Extra-Strength Tylenol not too long after we left Dayton didn't do much at all, barely took the edge off. Obviously the stress was the killer part - think baby migraine by this point.
And I had the chance to call Anne once I'd left Columbus. Headache? Started backing off almost at once.
Go figure, she's great for my stress levels. *grin*
Of course, she's working tonight and tomorrow night. So not so much in the way of potential phone time - well, there would be if I didn't have to be up at a quarter 'til early each morning this work-week.
But she's going to be here on Thursday. She's going to be here from Thursday afternoon, until early Sunday evening.
I'd say someone should stop me from grinning so stupidly, but I don't think it can be done. And anyway, why would I want to? M'girl's going to be out here this weekend. I'd say that gives me leave to smile.
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