A cold, grey bucket of suck

Recap!

Wednesday: I went and had a lovely late lunch with my professor. We spent two hours together at Bhan Thai. Sasha couldn't make it, so it was just us again. That was fine by us, and we had a lovely time. Stevie and I ran a few errands together, since her car was in the shop, and then I took her to go grab her car at the end of the night. I was a busy little bee that day, since I also ran a shitload of errands. I did go to Starbucks, but my battery was dead on my camera. This is typical.

Thursday: I had my volunteer interview with Pikes Peak Hospice. Nailed it! I signed up for their February orientation, and I left the meeting feeling SO much more than excited. I drove over to Stevie's to hang out with her dog, because she had a twelve hour shift and, because Luci has kennel cough, he can't go to his daycare. Mike AND Stevie were there when I arrived; Stevie was on a short break, and Mike was nursing a hangover. I made Mike watch The Mindy Project with me, then Face/Off (he had no idea what it was, and I needed to change that), and then we watched Kindergarten Cop. Because we're adults. Since he was going to be there all day, I didn't feel guilty about leaving. I went and grabbed him some lunch, and went home shortly after. Thursday wasn't a terribly productive day, but it was nice.

Friday: I got an incredibly late start. Mike came down with a stomach bug, and since Stevie was at work, he had nobody to help him out. I went and got him pedialyte, soup, and saltines, dropped them off to him, cooked his soup, and left because I don't want any bad tummy bug germs. I decided driving to and from Denver would be absolutely horrific, since it's a three day weekend for a good many folks, and I just didn't feel like dealing with that. So I went to Manitou Lake instead. There were ice-fishers there! I watched them drill holes with their augers (which is impressive to watch, truth be told. They were hand-powered augers, not electric ones), and set up their little spots, dragging sleds loaded up with equipment across the lake. I felt emboldened by this, and made my way to the middle of the lake, as well. I stood still for a moment, and I heard the ice cracking beneath me. I felt utterly terrified. My first instinct was to run across the ice back toward the land, but I kept telling myself, "BE COOL! You don't want these strangers to think you're a wiener!" So I, instead, walked all the way to the other side, and hoped physics wasn't destined to teach me a lesson I wouldn't soon forget. It didn't. There was beaver evidence, which thrilled me absolutely. I took photos of a gnawed tree, and then hunted for actual beavers. I came up empty handed and disappointed. Maybe next time. The drive to and from the lake was as beautiful as it always is. That drive makes me happy. Stevie, Allen and I went out and had a late dinner at Tucanos. We've stopped allowing cell phone use during dinner so we can enjoy each other's company. I love this rule. Allen told us about Lindsay wanting to come down from Denver and fetch him (because, in his words, "she seriously can't give up the humping." My best friend, ladies and gentleman) later that night, Stevie told us about Mike being a huge baby when he's sick or when he loses, and I had no stories to share of that nature (because obviously), so I instead told them about how excited I am to start running again. On the way home, Allen and I talked about a writing prompt he saw (a picture of a baby in a bubble in outer space, plugged up to machines). I told him I want to write a story for the idea that I had. I'm planning on doing that later tonight.

Tosh and I bailed on the get-together, and she and Ryan are having game night at their house, but I don't really feel like going. I think I'm going to stay home and write that story. Or lay around and do nothing. Or maybe go to the hot tub, because that sounds divine.