Woke up feeling better but still had swollen glands and was more tired than usual.
Blogged for a bit.
While driving to work, jotted down a bumper sticker to add to my collection: “My piano can beat up your piano.”
Worked feverishly for 45 minutes (the 10th was our accounting department’s deadline for closing out July).
Went to pick up Ikuni from a friend's.
Spotted another bumper sticker (unusual to note two in one day): “Truck drivers back up but they never back down.”
Pulled into driveway and realized we forgot to set the garbage out. With Ikuni’s help, ran both packed cans down to the street.
On the way to the drama school, listened to the German rock group, Rammstein, while Ikuni told me about a video she’s making to their song, “Sonne,“ using clips from the Japanese film, Moon Child.
Saw a surreal sight while driving: amidst rushing to rehearsal, and while on a road lined with large oak trees, one yellowed leaf floated in slow motion to the pavement in front of us.
Dropped off Ikuni, drove to work then typed and calculated and balanced for five and a half straight hours.
Took a phone call from my realtor who said someone wanted to show the house at 6:30 PM.
Thought of the cluttered condition of said house and had a panic attack.
Did slow breathing exercises while quickly calling the kids at home, so they could start shoveling.
Finally closed out the month at fifteen minutes to four.
After work, almost burned my hands on the scorching steering wheel and then cursed traffic most of the drive home.
Arrived at 5:30 PM and helped finish cleaning.
Realized a few thousand spiders had made their home around the front door (we always use the back entrance).
Stood on the porch in 90-degree heat, still in my work clothes, and vacuumed spider webs.
At 6:15, the house in reasonable order, every light turned on and Glade Vanilla Breeze scented oil dispensers plugged in, all four kids and I (my mom brought Ikuni home from rehearsal) piled into my Stratus and headed to McDonalds.
After ordering two number 9’s, one with a Mellow Yellow, one with a Dr. Pepper, a ten-piece chicken nuggets, a Rueben, a chicken club sandwich, a medium Sprite, a Power Aid and a water, Gamer and Wordsmith argued about whether or not they charge extra for barbeque sauce.
Took the food to my parents’ home to eat.
When we got there, discovered McDonalds forgot the Rueben. My mom graciously offered to drive back and get it.
While eating, watched CSI (the original show) and saw a guy fall out of a truck with a bloody stake in his head. Appetizing.
A little after eight, drove home then turned off lights, unplugged dispensers and opened the computer armoire, exposing a mass of books, papers and sticky notes.
Exhausted, attempted sleep around 9:30, but when Ikuni informed me she wasn’t sure if she had rehearsal today, I called my mom to let her know the plans might change (she’s taking Ikuni to rehearsal on Thursday and Friday this week—what would I do without her?).
Fell asleep around 10:00 and dreamt I was at a convention for witches in a world where the sky is below instead of above.