tired

I slept weirdly...not badly, but I had this long dream in which I was trying to get home, and kept missing my flight for stupid reasons like looking at the ticket and discovering it had been three hours ago. At one point, I woke up, confirmed that Andy was there, and the view out the window was our view, and then went back to sleep, and was back trying to re-re-arrange a ticket (the second time, I'd gotten distracted) and suddenly realized my plane was leaving in 20 minutes, and I wasn't at the airport yet.

Got up, washed, quick breakfast, and headed out to the gym, in the rain.

I had a good workout, about an hour of all sorts of weight stuff, plus cardio. So that was all right.

Went to a different Chinese restaurant and had shrimp with lobster sauce, much closer to what I remembered and wanted. Did some library research, finding less than I'd hoped for (the books were there, but didn't contain what I needed). Ducked into Pret a Manger for a cup of tea, then home. (It's a sandwich shop, mostly, but a British chain, and they understand the basics of tea.)

I was going to get off the train at 181st and buy rye bread, but as I was heading for the door, I spotted Andy sitting and reading, so I went and snuck up on him instead.

So I'm home, and sleepy, and breadless. I guess I'll have to eat breadsticks. Oh, the embarrassment!

tired

I slept weirdly...not badly, but I had this long dream in which I was trying to get home, and kept missing my flight for stupid reasons like looking at the ticket and discovering it had been three hours ago. At one point, I woke up, confirmed that Andy was there, and the view out the window was our view, and then went back to sleep, and was back trying to re-re-arrange a ticket (the second time, I'd gotten distracted) and suddenly realized my plane was leaving in 20 minutes, and I wasn't at the airport yet.

Got up, washed, quick breakfast, and headed out to the gym, in the rain.

I had a good workout, about an hour of all sorts of weight stuff, plus cardio. So that was all right.

Went to a different Chinese restaurant and had shrimp with lobster sauce, much closer to what I remembered and wanted. Did some library research, finding less than I'd hoped for (the books were there, but didn't contain what I needed). Ducked into Pret a Manger for a cup of tea, then home. (It's a sandwich shop, mostly, but a British chain, and they understand the basics of tea.)

I was going to get off the train at 181st and buy rye bread, but as I was heading for the door, I spotted Andy sitting and reading, so I went and snuck up on him instead.

So I'm home, and sleepy, and breadless. I guess I'll have to eat breadsticks. Oh, the embarrassment!