I’ve been pretty productive today, considering it’s a Saturday and I usually try to slack off on Saturdays. I have accomplished the following:
- Finished the final three paper summaries for my software engineering class, which is fortunate since they were due today;
- Wrote a good part of a new layout for this site (guess it doesn’t have to wait till after finals after all);
- Took out the trash (o lord, if you had seen it… three bags! three!).
Jon is sick and has been for the last few days. He’s all concerned about getting me sick because he thinks it’s a cold or the flu, but I haven’t been worried and keep waving off his fretting so I can snuggle him more. He’s sleeping right now, for which I’m glad because last night he woke up every couple of hours to cough or blow his nose, and apparently didn’t sleep well even when he was able to sleep. His aunt loaded him up with a nice cocktail of drugs, the half of which I don’t even know about but it’s enough to where he has to keep them in one of those little daily pill holders so he knows what all to take per day. I’ve been trying to convince him that if he still feels crappy on Monday, he ought to just stay here–nuts to driving back to Cinci. We’ll see how that pans out, though, because he feels obligated to go in despite being sick. Guy’s got a stronger work ethic than me…
I’m trying to use up some leftover juice and I’ve come up with a pretty tasty combination. It’s, oh, we’ll call it 3/4 orange juice, a splash of pineapple juice (I drained what was left of the jar), and maybe 1/4 cup black cherry juice. It’s that Grovestand orange juice, too, so I practically have to chew through this drink–just the way I like my O.J.
Also, I was a good Samaritan today (er, at this point, yesterday), at least in a minor way. I went to Starbucks to fetch up coffee for myself and tasty, tasty artisan roll sandwiches for mine and Jon’s breakfast, and when I pulled in, one guy was leaving with his gas cap off. There’s a gas station nearby, so I figure he just left there (I sure hope he wasn’t driving around the city for very long like that!). I didn’t want to reverse and talk to him from my car, so I hastily parked and ran over to his window. I made the universal sign for “roll down your window, dude!” and he fumbled for a bit with the buttons before he got it down. I informed him of his gas cap and the little gas cap door (gas flap?) being open, he paused for a moment, then seemed to understand me (he was Asian; language barrier?). He put the car in park and I felt satisfied enough to head into Starbucks; I saw him screwing on his gas cap as I went in the door.
finisher of summaries and snuggler of the sick
I’ve been pretty productive today, considering it’s a Saturday and I usually try to slack off on Saturdays. I have accomplished the following:
Jon is sick and has been for the last few days. He’s all concerned about getting me sick because he thinks it’s a cold or the flu, but I haven’t been worried and keep waving off his fretting so I can snuggle him more. He’s sleeping right now, for which I’m glad because last night he woke up every couple of hours to cough or blow his nose, and apparently didn’t sleep well even when he was able to sleep. His aunt loaded him up with a nice cocktail of drugs, the half of which I don’t even know about but it’s enough to where he has to keep them in one of those little daily pill holders so he knows what all to take per day. I’ve been trying to convince him that if he still feels crappy on Monday, he ought to just stay here–nuts to driving back to Cinci. We’ll see how that pans out, though, because he feels obligated to go in despite being sick. Guy’s got a stronger work ethic than me…
I’m trying to use up some leftover juice and I’ve come up with a pretty tasty combination. It’s, oh, we’ll call it 3/4 orange juice, a splash of pineapple juice (I drained what was left of the jar), and maybe 1/4 cup black cherry juice. It’s that Grovestand orange juice, too, so I practically have to chew through this drink–just the way I like my O.J.
Also, I was a good Samaritan today (er, at this point, yesterday), at least in a minor way. I went to Starbucks to fetch up coffee for myself and tasty, tasty artisan roll sandwiches for mine and Jon’s breakfast, and when I pulled in, one guy was leaving with his gas cap off. There’s a gas station nearby, so I figure he just left there (I sure hope he wasn’t driving around the city for very long like that!). I didn’t want to reverse and talk to him from my car, so I hastily parked and ran over to his window. I made the universal sign for “roll down your window, dude!” and he fumbled for a bit with the buttons before he got it down. I informed him of his gas cap and the little gas cap door (gas flap?) being open, he paused for a moment, then seemed to understand me (he was Asian; language barrier?). He put the car in park and I felt satisfied enough to head into Starbucks; I saw him screwing on his gas cap as I went in the door.