Not even a week into my time off, and I’m already bored.
Hah! Kidding. I’m so not bored. I am loving this.
My calendar’s been quite full, what with meeting up with friends and running errands and getting my butt out to move. On Tuesday, because the Feds shut down, my husband was at home with me. At 8:30, when I woke up (love!), I rolled over to see the husband half-snoozing next to me:
Husband: They called it, we’re closed.
Me: I gathered that, seeing as you’re still in bed at 8:30 on a Tuesday.
We had a lovely day together: we hit the gym, made a great dinner, and decided how we were going to allocate charitable contributions this year. We talked about our volunteer work (he announced his imminent departure this past weekend) and generally had a relaxing day. Because the tree is up, we find ourselves drifting into the living room more often than not at this time of year to admire it. It is so cozy!
Last night, we had an awesome dinner with a friend and mentor of mine from my first job in D.C. (I spent 5.5 years there; as you can see, I’m not such a job-hopper—yes, I am concerned about giving off that image!) It’d been a while since I’d seen him even though we’d been staying in touch regularly via email. And how much do I love this man? He gives fantastic advice, was a sterling reference for me in this job search, and has a great read on people. When I got the job I just left, he said, “Oh, TTC Writer, I just do not get a good feeling about your new boss.” Lo and behold, he was right. However, we got to catch up on the people we both know (I learned some things about my former coworkers that I am not happy with, I have to say), he told me about the work he continues that I helped him begin (and offered me a way to get back into it in my spare time), and talked about our holiday plans and upcoming milestones. I really hope we can get together soon again; he is pretty marvelous.
Tonight is my husband’s office party. In order to my myself look lovely, I booked an afternoon blowout at Dry Bar in Bethesda. Hell, why not? I’m looking forward to it, though I hope my time isn’t dominated by the woman who so obviously has a crush on my husband and is trying to transfer it to me as a girl crush. (Long story, maybe I’ll tell it one day.)
Next week looks to be a little less busy than this one, so I’m hoping to a) do some outdoor runs and b) get on my bike! I’m a little hesitant to do so now given the ice and snow, but I’m willing to give it a cautious, quite aware try when my time’s not taken up by trips downtown and hair appointments. I just really want to get on my bike again. Luckily for me, biking to work is still an option (shorter ride, but still! active commute!).
However, there’s this: I have a massage appointment tomorrow in Bethesda that I could, in theory, bike to. Stupid to bike to it, though, given that it’s a deep-tissue massage designed to work out the kinks that my old job created (my chair was probably obtained when the company was founded)? I’m debating, but I love the idea of getting there via bike.