Yes I Am Still Alive. Mostly.

This has been a strangely unsettling week for me. Nothing major of course (after all, my life is perfect and every day I wake up and drink a steaming cup of hot gold) just lots and lots of little things that needed to be done or bought or scheduled or fixed or managed or dosed with cold medicine. Enough to make me feel like I was constantly forgetting something important. Most unpleasant. I mean, it might have been unpleasant if not for the fact that just before bed each night I scrub my face with fifty dollar bills.

Ahem.

Yeah, I am looking at you, Cypress Hill. Don't be hating.*

Anyway, I think I at least finished the most important stuff this week, which was getting everything set up for IVF. Well, everything except for ordering the drugs. I am waiting for Shady Grove to send me the actual prescriptions so I can figure out exactly what I am supposed to buy. The cryptic scribble of Lupron 20 (arrow) 5; 75 Repronex; 225 Gonal F did not inspire me with mail-ordering confidence.

Next on my list for the DC odyssey is to figure out the technical logistics of creating a remote office for Steve. He is being singularly uncooperative and laughed nastily when I suggested we just print out the bulk of his files (you remember, PAPER?) and ship them. I do see his point, so I am working on a B plan to create an accessible server while keeping our firewalls in place. Thus far I have only succeeded in losing my own internet connection for two days while I was experimenting. This is what a concentration in Edwardian Literature gets you, just in case you were wondering.   

[Patrick, after a lifetime (albeit short) of needing every light in the house to be ON, is currently going from room to room shutting them all off while saying, "We're in the dark." I applaud his new conservationism but I am now writing this by the glow of the microwave clock. I feel like Edgar Allan Poe.]

What else? I just this second (toggling between three separate windows; and they said I couldn't multi-task) finished my holiday shopping. I either got people exactly what they asked for or else they will be receiving this year's default gift. So if you are over 21 and on my list, please enjoy the wine.

Responsibly.

Sorry to be so dreadfully dull. I seem to be stultified by the looming pressures of Christmas, back-to-back trips to Washington, IVF, never-ending speech therapy appointments and a head cold.

I need to go watch some basketball and stare listlessly into space for awhile. This post was more to let you know that I am alive than anything else. Tomorrow... Monday at the latest... I'll be back to talk about food. Oh how I love food. And recipes. I'll post a couple more for you. 

* See comments on my last entry if you are really curious about what hurt my feelings, but take it from me, it isn't worth the time. Just a little harmless venting at my expense. At least that is how I see it.

Comments

[Karen]

Hang in there, li'l buckaroo. Know that there's a Tobaggon in Houston sending you warm thoughts.

[Christine]

You're not dull - I'm just glad to know you're still alive. I applaud Patrick's energy conservation, but try not to trip over anything.

[Moxie]

I just thought you were too busy baking Mock Apple Pies to post anything new.

I love how toddlers are just so all-or-nothing.

[Crystal]

What about gotomypc.com? Will that help?

Good luck with it all. Careful with the cash, it's a wickedly painful exfoliant.

[Toni]

Glad to see everything's okay. Sorry to hear about the darkness...I'm still living in all light.

[Mollie]

I get it, Honey. And yes, I agree with your assesment. ASSessment? Not sure how to spell it, but by any other name, the rant has nothing to do with you.

And I'll be looking for my wine in the mail. Hope it gets here safely. I'm only involved in a fraction of the holiday fracas, and I could use some.

[Kinneret]

Hey Julia,

As for the DC odyssey, I'm not sure if you're getting a hotel room or what have you, but please be aware that there *are* hotels in Rockville or Bethesda. Sure, they don't have the glamour of DC (ahem) but you may be unaware of the absolutely BRUTAL rush-hour traffic in our region. One day I'll tell you about my crazed driving in order to get my husband's SA to Shady Grove within the alloted hour ... no wonder I'm going grey.
Since you'll be traveling I-270, I thought I'd mention it.
Not trying to stress you out, just trying to help. Much luck to you this week (?).

[Garrison Steelle]

The nice thing about life being crazy is ...

uhm ...

is ...

well ...

I swear, there was something. Maybe.

-G

[Sheridan]

Very glad to hear that you are still alive, I've missed ya...

Hope the head cold gets better soon. Patrick is divine - I want one just like him.

[Katerina]

Gracious:
1. Characterized by kindness and warm courtesy.
2. Characterized by tact and propriety: responded to the insult with gracious humor.
3. Of a merciful or compassionate nature.
4. Condescendingly courteous; indulgent. (But only in fun!)
5. Characterized by charm or beauty; graceful.
6. Characterized by elegance and good taste: gracious living.
7. Enjoying favor or grace; acceptable or pleasing.
and
8. Julia.

I just wanted to let you know that you are delightful and I adore you!

[e]

I find that the $100 bills are a bit more gentle on our fair redheaded skin, you really ought to try them.

[jen]

Heh. Didn't you know that if ANYONE ANYWHERE has it worse than you, you aren't allowed to complain about ANYTHING? Even on your own blog? I swear there was a memo.