Well, I wasn’t half wrong about the TV eating my life. Well, maybe half, because it’s not just TV. I do often feel TiVoppressed - all those exclamation marks, not enough hours in the day (and yet B wants an 80-hour TiVo, so we can record more stuff we never have time to watch) - but it’s just exacerbated by everything else.
We work a lot. We mostly work, really. I’ve upped myself to 9-10 hour days (at least) most days (on top of a doubled commute since the office moved) - this will pay off eventually, and so I am remarkably sanguine about it most days - and B comes home from work every night to work some more. The only way to keep this from ending in a murderous rampage is to get enough sleep, so we’re in bed 2 or 3 hours after we get home.
We did go to SXSW this year, B even attended the conference. I had hoped for more chill time than I managed, but I got most of a novel read. We got to see a whole bunch of people we haven’t seen in a year or more, and we ate a lot of food. We even got some celebrity time in, staying in a hotel across the street from the Real World house, and running into Lyle Lovett and Paul Reiser (yes, together) at breakfast our last day.
Yesterday was our first obligation-free day in many moons, and we tackled some spring cleaning. I need to get back to it today, but I’ve spent the morning getting the hang of our new printer so we can finally hang up some new photos.
Of course, the instructions recommend letting the photos dry 24 hours before putting them under glass, and today is the end of the weekend, so that means I’ll get them all put up sometime around Labor Day.
Hey, we packed up the Christmas tree and decorations yesterday. It’s that bad. It’s almost a month until our first anniversary, and I don’t have all that stuff taken care of, either. One day, I will be a fully-functional, decent human being. That’s the plan.