They All Should Be Like This

I had a lovely three-day weekend, thanks to my **new flexible work schedule** (tm). On Friday, K and I spent the entire day on the couch, watching movies and ordering Chinese food. It's true; I have lived in the city for almost six years now, and it still tickles me to have food brought to my house. Because I've lived in places where it just doesn't happen. At all. On Friday I didn't even have to get dressed, just stood up and opened the door and there was hot, delicious food standing there on the other side.

I should not have spent the day on the couch--I should have been car shopping. A week and a half ago, K was driving my car when a big-ass construction pickup truck rear-ended her and totalled the car. Everyone's pretty much OK--some minor back stuff going on for K--and the other guy's insurance is covering everything, but it's a huge pain in the butt and a lot of paperwork and phone calls and stuff. And I have to go shopping for a new car. Which I hate not just in principle, but in actuality.

So, continuing in the avoidance tradition, we took S to her painting class on Saturday and then spent the rest of the day having home improvement fun, partly in preparation for a friend's going-away party. She is going to Seattle on Thursday, and would someone please tell me what the heck is so ever-loving great about the west coast? Seriously? Because yesterday afternoon we ran into a completely different, unrelated friend who is planning a move to San Diego next year. And pretty soon I'm going to be the only queer left in this city while everyone else is dodging earthquakes by that other ocean.

Yesterday there was grocery shopping fun, some work at USM, and a jeep that got winterized at the sketchiest self-storage place ever.

Did I mention that I heart my new job?