The Zadge had a day off from the Big Thing at work today, which was fortunate because the Zadge was on the brink of a physical breakdown between the lack of sleep and the raging head cold she suffered through all week. So she took a sick day to catch up on sleep and do nothing.
So she slept until 8:30 this morning, which was three and a half hours later than her usual wake up times this week.
Then she took Harry, who is missing his little brother, on a 45-minute power walk around Cheesman Park.
Then she did some weeding and yard clean up.
Then she hit her neighborhood pool for some sun and a 30-minute lap swim. She did conduct some business regarding the Big Thing while there, but somehow working in a bikini by a pool isn’t so bad.
Then she went for an allergy shot and finished one of the three New Yorker magazines she is behind on.
Then she met with the carpenter, who will be starting the Garage Conversion/Girls’ Clubhouse/The Chart House project next week.
Then she hit the nursery for some more flowers for the garden.
Then she mixed up this low-cal Margarita, made with good tequila, fresh lime juice, agave, and club soda:
Then she listened to the sweet voicemail message the Fin left her: “Hi Aunt Sis. I have diarrhea. I love you!”
Then she watched the new season of the Real Housewives of New York and decided that even the shallow Zadge couldn’t stomach watching any more of these awful, boring, annoying women.
Then she wondered why she hadn’t heard from Dr. Boy Toy, who was supposed to be flying back to Denver today and who had told her on their last date that they would see each other this weekend. And she got kind of annoyed. Then she thought about how he hadn’t even texted her all week to see how the Big Thing was going and she got even more annoyed. She thought about texting him and then decided she didn’t care enough.
Then she wrote this blog post.
Ah, it felt good to do nothing all day.