It’s just past 3am and I’m up to get my CV together for WMI. I might present at a conference here in San Antonio and the conference holders would like some background on me. Apparently the blog address isn’t enough. I’ve got to search through files on the old computer in the back bedroom to see what kind of resume I can dust off. So, in point of fact, right now I’m actively procrastinating. Brings back fond memories of college.
I have a nice latte in front of me made from cheap instant coffee. I figure as long as I’m going to drown my coffee in off-brand soymilk, I don’t need to fork out the big bucks for the expensive instant coffee. Maybe next year I’ll resolve to be a coffee snob. In the meantime, I have some February goals, a la The Happiness Project, I’ve been meaning to share with you. This was going to be “The Month of Eliot” and I was going to be a stellar spouse and friend. But, well, we got off to a rocky start — so to speak. Eliot has been doing all the stellar spouse and friend work this month, so I’m going to postpone my good behavior until March. I did order him really nice bread baking stone back in January when I thought February was his. We’d broken the two bread baking stones we’d been given ages ago and any time Eliot wanted to bake bread he had to assemble them like a sad puzzle. We’re talking small pieces here. I credit Gretchen Rubin with moving “get replacement bread stone” to the top of the shopping list. Eliot looked quite happy when he was using it last night. (Brian, there’s a good-looking loaf on the counter right now with your name on it.)
Anyway! Ms. Rubin dedicated June to friendship and I think I’ll to do the same for the rest of February. I stopped writing my good friends and mentors about three and a half years ago. I was so entirely overwhelmed by motherhood, I couldn’t manage to compose a letter that didn’t sound altogether desperate. And then I felt guilty about not writing, so I didn’t write. Etc. Etc. So I’ll write one letter a week to either K., Mom K., or K. It’s a modest resolution, but there were a lot of January resolutions, and most of my time these days is taken up with keeping a darn food log. I told Amanda last night that I would rather run miles 80 to 100 of Rocky over and over again than keep a detailed food log. The flashbacks to college and obnoxious calorie counting are grim. She was sympathetic and made me feel better about the whole thing, and then convinced me it was a great idea. She’s good like that.
I hope you all enjoy Valentine’s Day. Eliot and I are going on a picnic after he gets off work. I’ll try not to let the hated food log destroy the romance. “Hold on honey, I’ve got to record that last piece of chocolate — and how many ounces would you say this wine glass holds?”