I've been chugging cranberry juice drinks today like they were $2 beers at happy hour. I'm desperately trying to prevent a kidney infection which looms on my horizon precipitated by twinges in my lower back. Even the swedish foam mattress can't make those go away. Oh, and I got home from work last night at 3am only to be back in the office at 7:45am. Microsoft Exchange 2000 Server can kiss my ass.
I am currently propped up in front of four pillows and lounging on two inches of Swedish foam that make up my new soft-side waterbed. I think I am actually resting on a new dimension of comfort. Mr. Mattress came over last night and set it up for me. It took him about an hour and a half from start to finish. I was pretty impressed. It was a little adventure in new bedding technology for me.
But waking up this morning was one of the most peaceful experiences I've had in a long time. I could roll over and see my dog curled up in her little dog bed next to mine and then look down and see the black goddess cat curled up on this magnificent mattress (we won't talk about the black goddess fur that she's getting all over my new comforter). And then it starts to lightly rain. Sigh.
It's like ... it's like the longer I go without updating the more shit that goes down and the more it just seems too daunting to cover it all. This is how people fall out of writing. But it's good shit going down. My carpet was installed Monday morning. It is gorgeous. Only one room, but that room is fit for royalty - or a soft side waterbed. I picked up my frame yesterday morning and it is very pretty. A little darker than I remember in the store, but it will all work out. I even tried to shop for a stand for my electronics but realized I couldn't make a decision without having the dimensions for my abnormally sized receiver in hand. Poo.
Found a cool little canvas bag to carry my assorted crap around in. I'm even tempted to give up the little purse-type thing I have in favor of this more cumbersome bag of holding. It would make a good movie concession smuggling bag, though.
Saw Men in Black II last night. It was not amazing, but very cute. I must admit I'm more attracted to Tommy Lee Jones than Will Smith. Deadpan humor is hot.
This past long weekend was a real treat. I can't say I moved any mountains or toured the Indies, but I did putter quite a bit and had a good mini-vacation. I didn't even see any fireworks, really. At least none that were professional. I've been spending a lot of time down on the beach at night. It's so gorgeous down there. Sarah can frolick off her leash and I can frolick at the water's edge and just listen to the water lap at the sand. Why would anyone live anywhere else?