AETW: 621

It always seems to take me awhile to get back into my routine after a weekend. It doesn’t help that my period is going in fits and starts—do I want to organise or create?! I’ve had one of those days where I have trouble getting into anything. I’m like a lawnmower that just doesn’t want to turn over and start running.

I did do food and cat-supply shopping, and marinate chicken for dinner. And Ken dropped the key to the bike trunks down into the bike, so I had to go to Trikon bearing may different screwdrivers and vice grips. We sat in the hot tub when he got home, and then I made dinner (the marinated chicken over rice and steamed broccoli) while he did more computer fiddling. I read for a bit, and we watched “Frasier” together, and now he’s packing and I’m trying to get a little more writing done.

Tomorrow, I have a chiro appt in the morning, and then I drive him to the airport for three days in Portland. Meg may or may not come over to do some sewing; her daughter Julian got bit by a dog and they were in the emergency room until 4 a.m. today getting stitches. :( Poor wee Monkey. Poor Meg and Matt.