Back to normal, or so...
Dec. 23rd, 2004 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpI went back to bed around 4:45 am this morning, and by that time the bedroom had turned freezing cold (because I, through force of habit, had foolishly turned down the thermostat upon arising). I managed to get only a little sleep before the phone started to ring.
The first call I remember was from Natalie, who hung up the phone before I could get to it. The next was from Galina, who in the course of the conversation called me a "security freak" for having a passcode on my cell phone's voice mail (she had borrowed the unit for her trip to pick up Natalie). Then Drew called to say he was running late opening the store.
I thought about getting back under the warm covers, but instead pulled on some clothes and went to open the store. I had assembled everything -- pretty much -- that Angela, our accountant, had asked me to, and figured I may as well go by the store and deliver it.
I had forgotten that the driver's side door didn't work on the Honda, the result either of freezing or of a mechanical malfunction; the door hadn't warmed up enough since I detected the problem last night to let me determine which. So I again crawled in the passenger's side, and scooted over to the driver's side, deftly avoiding the hand brake and the stick shift.
I did what I could do at the store and after a breakfast that scored 15 on a greasiness scale (of 1 to 10), I hied back to the house and caught up on my missed winks. After a shower, I feel almost human. The elixir of life -- a.k.a. coffee -- is brewing upstairs, and should complete my restoration in short order.
At any rate, it turns out that through the miracle of modern technology, something happened (yes, I know, very technical) and Natalie -- who was to arrive shortly after 9 am this morning in Albuquerque -- instead became someone who was to arrive around 7 pm this evening. After another turn of the airline dice, Natalie was scheduled to arrive around... well... now.
I can't wait to see the family all together at once!
Cheers...
The first call I remember was from Natalie, who hung up the phone before I could get to it. The next was from Galina, who in the course of the conversation called me a "security freak" for having a passcode on my cell phone's voice mail (she had borrowed the unit for her trip to pick up Natalie). Then Drew called to say he was running late opening the store.
I thought about getting back under the warm covers, but instead pulled on some clothes and went to open the store. I had assembled everything -- pretty much -- that Angela, our accountant, had asked me to, and figured I may as well go by the store and deliver it.
I had forgotten that the driver's side door didn't work on the Honda, the result either of freezing or of a mechanical malfunction; the door hadn't warmed up enough since I detected the problem last night to let me determine which. So I again crawled in the passenger's side, and scooted over to the driver's side, deftly avoiding the hand brake and the stick shift.
I did what I could do at the store and after a breakfast that scored 15 on a greasiness scale (of 1 to 10), I hied back to the house and caught up on my missed winks. After a shower, I feel almost human. The elixir of life -- a.k.a. coffee -- is brewing upstairs, and should complete my restoration in short order.
At any rate, it turns out that through the miracle of modern technology, something happened (yes, I know, very technical) and Natalie -- who was to arrive shortly after 9 am this morning in Albuquerque -- instead became someone who was to arrive around 7 pm this evening. After another turn of the airline dice, Natalie was scheduled to arrive around... well... now.
I can't wait to see the family all together at once!
Cheers...
