My litany of grief or, as we affectionaly call it, "Monday".
Saturday I spent a couple of hours grinding my toroid piece edges so they fit correctly and made the correct diameter, and as part of that process some grind crud flittered into my left eye, a minor annoyance. Except I think I scratched something, and it still irritates me today, it's annoying, especially since my left eye is the one that can actually read (my right eye has a weird distortion in the lens). Red-eye drops do nothing much, the constant tearing makes my glasses spotty, and it's impossible not to run it... so the lid is bitching at me now too.
My tendinitis is really getting on my tits, up my nose, and torquing my twinkies.
I wanted some comfort tea but I lost my beautiful mug at work and I need to search other break rooms for foam mugs for crappy work coffee because...
... I left my go-pills at home, the ones that keep me from going into a coma after I eat lunch, so coffee instead to wind me up and harass my stomach.
And to top it all off I forgot to bring chocolate. I bet if I go to the cafe to buy a bar, they will be all out.
Working in the shop Sunday, I made good progress doing a test setup, running all my tubes and wires and careful notes, and antiquated notions... need a few more brass Tees and a couple of 3/8" MPT to 1/4" FPT adapters, but overall, it's going to be lovely. But working Sunday, especially after lunch, was a slog through random free-floating anxiety, and that takes a lot of the fun out of it. It was better when mongo was there, though by the end of the day I was pretty worn out anyway.
If I survive this day (which is a dubious notion at this rate) I have dance lessons tonight... which will either be a lovely joy or very very difficult. At least Richard is used to my brain coming up broken at these things, and I don't get as cranky and bitchy as I used to.
Posted by Edwin at May 5, 2008 11:23 AM