Corner of Bourbon & Division

What it says on the tin. I spent the late morning and most of the afternoon with KK, cuddled with Peggy on the sofa in the evening, and now I am playing Mage with my friends.

It's all going very well. :)

I am a little sorry to be doing barely more than placeholder posts lately, but, well, I figure it's better than nothing. I want to honour my commitment to posting every day, and I just realized that I thoroughly dropped the ball on that today. In my defense, today was a DAY.

Peggy has decisively figured out how to Houdini her way out of her crate, and did so today as I was trying to leave for work. Not only that, but she broke down the baby gate that keeps her confined to the living room, so I had to make a last minute change in plans and leave her at daycare at PetSmart so that she wouldn't run the cats ragged all day and pee all over my upstairs carpet. Clearly her house training still needs work. *sigh*

Anyway, I dropped Lidan off at KK's, detoured to PetSmart, and FINALLY made it in to work to help out with the migration of the new secure network, and oh my God, what a clusterfuck that was. We lost connectivity to a bunch of systems, and the techs dropped a bunch of extra surprises on me at the last minute about the security requirements which would have been REALLY nice to know ahead of time. I am deeply unimpressed with how poorly everyone communicated with us during this entire process.

Oh, and in spite of their assurances two weeks ago that we wouldn't lose all of our contacts/address books/distribution lists, we lost all of our contacts/address books/distribution lists (this is my surprised face, I swear), and it took a lot of fucking around to find backup copies that are basically unusable but that we can manually copy over, at least. It sucks for the poor operators, who have had to manually rebuild these lists multiple times over the past few months every. singe. time. the techs provide us with an "improvement." It takes three people an entire weekend's worth of shifts (so roughly 144 hours of work) to rebuild these lists, without which they literally cannot do their job. So I'm super frustrated on their behalf.

By the time I got home it was 6:30 and I was so tired I couldn't see straight, so I napped before my Mage game (it was supposed to be Friday, but one of the players had computer issues so we switched to tonight), and I am very glad I did. I am still tired now, enough so that I think I won't have trouble getting to sleep the way I did yesterday after D&D, but the nap allowed me to mostly remain focused during the game. I'm having lots of fun with all my games these days--it's a large part of what's keeping me sane during the pandemic.

On that note, it is bed time. I have to be up a little earlier than usual tomorrow to bring Peggy to puppy boot camp for the week. I'm alternating weeks with her trainer to make sure her training doesn't get rusty and that she gets enough exercise because my own ability to provide said exercise has proved lacking this winter. Sleep is calling my name. :)

 I got caught up in my Mage game after work and didn't post before midnight. Oh well, I am posting now, although this is going to be super short because I need to pass out in my deliciously cozy bed.

I will natter on about work in tomorrow's (today's) post, maybe. For now, I just want to say that the Mage game with all four players was an absolute riot, and I am so looking forward to playing more. I may elaborate a little more in a future post, but for now my bed is calling to me with siren song.

I remember when weekends lasted longer than two days.

You think I'm joking, but I'm not. Weekends when I was a kid started at 3pm on Friday afternoon and last until 8am on Monday mornings.

Weekends go by a lot faster than they used to. Of course, so do weekdays, but there are more of those, so it doesn't show as much. Case in point: this weekend. It went by in the blink of an eye, and I didn't get as much done as I thought I would.

Friday night was the first time I went dancing in nearly two weeks, and my body made me pay for it for two days straight. It was well worth it, mind you. I never feel quite so good as when I'm dancing. The only thing that would make dancing better for me would be to have a regular dancing partner. I want to be able to two-step as much as I want, but no one wants to dance with me. I'm constantly stuck having to restrict myself only to the line-dances that mean I can dance by myself (while surrounded by other people, it's true).

If I had to give up everything else I'm doing right now, dancing would be the one activity I'd keep.

Saturday was band practice. We ran through the set list, which went pretty well given the amount of time that's elapsed since we all rehearsed together. We worked on the first of our new songs, and even though I'll be beating my head against the percussion for a long time to come, we can already see where it's going to go. It's pretty exciting.

Working with Random Colour is a vastly satisfying experience. We all have similar temperaments and similar working methods, and so we get a lot done very quickly. Efficiency is our motto. (That and "We need to cut that intro," and possibly "Let's speed this song up!") We had a small band meeting during our break, and we dealt with a number of outstanding issues quickly and efficiently, and painlessly which is most important of all. Consumate professionals and all that. :D

Saturday afternoon found me going to IKEA, as previously mentioned in an earlier post, as well as Christmas-tree shopping for ai731, who blitzed the Canadian Tire so fast she practically left scorch marks in the parking lot. I was amused.

And, of course, there was the famous soup party at luvenditti's that evening. The corn chowder was by far my favourite, but all the soups were marvellous. We got to meet the science teacher we'd heard so much about, and thus the evening was spent with good food and good company and good conversation.

In other words: bliss.

Sunday was originally meant to be the first session of the long-neglected Mage game with meallanmouse and fearsclave, but was cancelled due to plague. Instead I slept in until 1400 hours, only to be awakened by a phone call from luvenditti who told me I had left behind a knitting needle.

I toddled off to retrieve it and ended up staying for dinner. We made rice krispie squares (that's a LOT of marshmallows), and there was a repeat (at my request) of the corn chowder along with the rice and meat and other goodness. I suspect that the Venditti's are beginning to think that I live there. ;)

So, yes. Sunday was quiet, which is a good thing. Sleeping in is highly underrated.

Thus begins another week. I really need to win the lottery. Some day I shall have all the time I want to do the things I love, rather than chase after paycheques all week long. :P