restless
productive weekends always end with restless, unfocused moments. i'm tired, i want to relax, but my brain is going a mile a minute, egged on by the string of things i managed to get done yesterday, and the endless list of things yet to be done.
met with the site yesterday, was a little upset to learn taxes were NOT included in the original quoted price (though i could swear i asked that and he said they were - grumble), but generally got everything done as planned. even managed to meet up with the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
meallanmouse and her husband, the charming RW, for a lunch of tasty pizza. hurray for not becoming a total recluse.
and now i sit here, watching the sun and the snow outside (ah, SMarch) and can't turn off my brain. everything's closed, being Easter Sunday, and i promised my mother a birthday cake. of course, i don't have the ingredients to make it myself, and yesterday's attempts to find a relatively cheap patisserie failed miserably. gonna go on the hunt for that 24 hour grocery store, i think - can't stop moving anyway, so i might as well get something done.
gods, my fingers are even drumming on the keyboard while i try to think what to write, as my foot is tapping and i keep staring around the room. eventually, i'll have to figure out how to calm this manic state.
met with the site yesterday, was a little upset to learn taxes were NOT included in the original quoted price (though i could swear i asked that and he said they were - grumble), but generally got everything done as planned. even managed to meet up with the lovely
meallanmouse and her husband, the charming RW, for a lunch of tasty pizza. hurray for not becoming a total recluse.and now i sit here, watching the sun and the snow outside (ah, SMarch) and can't turn off my brain. everything's closed, being Easter Sunday, and i promised my mother a birthday cake. of course, i don't have the ingredients to make it myself, and yesterday's attempts to find a relatively cheap patisserie failed miserably. gonna go on the hunt for that 24 hour grocery store, i think - can't stop moving anyway, so i might as well get something done.
gods, my fingers are even drumming on the keyboard while i try to think what to write, as my foot is tapping and i keep staring around the room. eventually, i'll have to figure out how to calm this manic state.