Years ago, when Ted was at his last job, which was a 40 minute drive from home and which had an acre-wide open floor plan for its call centre, one of his coworkers, whom we’ll call Mike, LOVED my toffee. Loved it with a love beyond reason. (It’s as good as my fudge.)

One evening Mike frantically waved Ted down as Ted was heading out the door, already late bc he was always late, bc he couldn’t leave until his last agent was off their last phone call.

Ted, concerned that something was wrong, trekked back across hell’s acre to find out what Mike needed. He got to Mike, and Mike said, “So how close to home would you be by now if I hadn’t waved you down?”

Ted, annoyed, left, arrived home 40 minutes later than usual, & told me this.

I was enraged. I never made toffee again for Ted’s work bc I wanted to be goddamn sure Mike–for whom I had previously made special all-toffee boxes FOR HIM ALONE–never got any more goddamn toffee.

Ted came home from THIS job couple days ago & said, “I saw Mike!”

Me: Did you punch him in the nose for me?

Ted: 😲😲😲??!?!?!?

Me: We are talking about Mike who called you back across the floor & lost us 40 minutes of our precious 1.5 hours of whole-family time daily?

Ted: 😮😮😮😬😬😬😓😓😓
Ted: . o O ( how did i forget SHE NEVER FORGETS AND SHE NEVER FORGIVES )

I don’t know if there’s a moral to this story except I’m still pissed off about being reminded about Mike and wanted to share my fury.

That and, IDK, never piss off a Gemini.

Thing One: Ruth Negga is performing the title role in Hamlet in Dublin this fall AND I HAVE TICKETS FOR OPENING NIGHT.

I am trying to convince myself I shouldn’t also buy tickets for closing night, to see how the performance has matured. I really want to. But they’re more expensive. :(

Indy said, “Tickets for HAMLET? Is that like HAMILTON!?!?!?!?!” and was very disappointed to hear that no, it was not, and also that it wasn’t appropriate for 8 year olds. :)

Thing Two: I got the return address stickers for the much-delayed Redeemer Kickstarter, and they’re cute and I love them and I’m very pleased with them.

Thing Three: Indy and I have a game we play on the way to the zoo. There’s an enormous round-crowned tree just a little ways before the entrance, and when he was very small, I told him a dragon lived in it, so we always greet the dragon and have a chat with him on our way in to the zoo.

Last weekend we went to the zoo with the cousins, and Indy (who often pauses a game when we approach other people) thought maybe we shouldn’t say hi to the dragon this time, but I thought we should, and we explained the game to his cousins, who greeted the dragon despite their advanced ages of 13 and 15, and off we went to the zoo.

To my utter, like, eye-stingingly-bright, delight, on the way out, the older cousin said, without prompting, “Goodbye, Dragon,” quite solemnly and as though it was exactly what one always did at the zoo.

They’re good kids.

Thing Four: Deirdre and her younger son and I went to see Black Panther, which Deirdre had not yet seen. We didn’t know if her son would get there in time, nor if we could leave a ticket at the box office for him to collect, so I said, “Well, I’ve seen it three times, so I’ll wait for him so you don’t miss the beginning of the movie.”

“OH GOOD,” she said, “I couldn’t figure out how to ask without it being rude!!” Then we burst out laughing. :)

“WELL I GUESS I’LL STAND HERE AND WAIT FOR SEIRID,” she said, leadingly and not at all artificially.

“OH NO DEIRDRE, I’VE SEEN IT THREE TIMES, I’LL STAND HERE AND WAIT FOR HIM,” I said in the same tones, and then we fell on each other laughing. (Deirdre and I have a great time together. :))

Anyway, he showed up on time, having booked it from school, I CAUGHT A DITTO WHILE WAITING FOR HIM, and we all got into the theatre before the movie started.

During the first challenge scene she seized both our hands and curled up in horror in the chair, terrified of what would happen. During the second, she said, “WHY DO THEY HAVE TO DO THIS ON THE EDGE OF THE WATERFALL!”

She told me I’m not allowed to say she cried, though. :)

Thing Five: Before I’d gotten up this morning, Indy (who is not yet enrolled in a Dublin school, and so is doing school work at home) came up to inform me he’d done his school work already except he needed help with one part of the science experiment.

I came down to help, and he had in fact done his history and geography work already, was nearly finished with his science, and had only his spelling, language and math to go.

I know perfectly well that he did it because he wanted to be able to play his video game, but god damn if he didn’t earn it, AFAIC. :)

I opened up Workflowy and Skedpal on Sunday and discovered, to my horror, that I hadn’t logged into Workflowy since FEBRUARY. That’s how far behind I am.

The good news was most of the February stuff was done…? :}

Anyway, I basically spent Monday afternoon doing triage and figuring out what needed to be done and when and trying to lay out a vaguely realistic schedule for the next couple months. Of course, some of the realism of it requires me getting up to work at 6am, and so far this week I haven’t, so that may require some re-thinking, but basically I’ve got five projects on the ball and there’s a lot of juggling going on, to mix my metaphors.

I got a *lot* of the administrative side of things done over the past two days, though, and I’ll do more tomorrow, which will put me quite close to wrapping two of those five projects up. That said, because of the work-then-wait aspects of both of them, neither is likely to be done before the end of June, or pretty near to it, anyway. Still, it puts them MUCH CLOSER to done, and that’s a big and wonderful deal right now.

Oh, she said in surprise, going over her schedule, it looks like I was really wise and actually only scheduled FOUR things to deal with over the next two months. That was clever. So once these administrative aspects are dealt with (aspects which I am now eager to finish tomorrow, if I can!), I’m home free for writing a synopsis and then putting together a book proposal. Ah, excellent, what a wise and clever Kit I am.

(Nevermind the huge looming pile of things to do when these ones are handled. We are taking this One Bird At A Time Comma Dammit.)

8:30pm: the phone rings.

Deirdre: I’m thinking of spontaneously gong to the 9:30 showing of Avengers! Wanna go?

Me: that’s a terrible idea! It’s 2.5 hours long! It has 25 minutes of commercials! You have to stay through ALL the credits! I’ll meet you there!

Deirdre: *peals of laughter*

The movie begins. Doctor Strange comes on screen.

Deirdre (whispered): Who’s that?
Me: Doctor Strange. He’s the magical protector of Earth.
Deirdre: ‘k

Spider-Man comes on screen.

Deirdre: Who’s that?
Me: Spider-Man!
Deirdre, who has apparently seen neither Civil War nor Homecoming: what?!?!

Vision & Wanda come on.

Deirdre: Who’re they?
Me: it’s a good thing i came to this with you, isn’t it?

Cap comes on screen.

Deirdre, her voice dropping two octaves even in a whisper: WHO. IS. THAT.
Me: that’s Captain America (implied: you weirdo!)
Deirdre: i think i need to marry him
Me: same, babe. same.

Nat comes on screen.

Deirdre: who’s that?
me: black widow!
deirdre: why did they make everybody look so DIFFERENT in this movie? (pause, just long enough to be funny) especially spider-man!?!?

Halfway thru the movie:
Deirdre: i have to pee. is it safe for me to leave?
Me: NO YOU HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE DWARF’S INTRODUCTION
Deirdre: *waits, reacts correctly, is allowed to go use the toilet*

The movie ends.

Deirdre, in the silence as the credits begin to roll: What the *fuck*!
Deirdre: DID YOU KNOW THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?
Me: well i did THIS TIME

We had a brilliant time. She spent half the movie elbowing me at every funny line as we both roared with laughter. It’s been a really long time since I’ve gone to a show with somebody who laughs as much, and as loudly, as I do. And Infinity War is a really funny movie, full of fast-paced quips, so there was a LOT of laughing. It was wonderful.

I’m PRETTY SURE the last time Deirdre and I went to a movie together was when we were around 15 and 18, a beautiful day in which, infamously, our father came to pick us up from the movie, but was very, very late in arriving.

“Did you forget about us?” we asked, amused.

“No,” said Dad. “It was such a beautiful evening I decided I’d ride my bike down to get you, and I was almost here when I realized why that wouldn’t work.”

Deirdre and I simultaneously said, “*DAAAAAAAAAAAAD*!” in absolute exasperation, and Dad BURST into laughter, because he had not, in fact, ridden his bike to get us (he’d been watching a movie about a woman who gets a brain transplant, or something, and it was so awful he couldn’t stop), but he was so very pleased that we had not even for one instant doubted that he would do something like that.

I made a list of three house things and three writing things I needed to do today, and then went and bought and assembled a cat tree, which was on neither of those lists. We hope the cat will use it. Mostly to pop her claws on (it’s got a great wide tall popping board, which was specifically why I got it: she has no use for small cat trees).

After that I thought I wouldn’t get anything done, but I finally dragged myself up to the bedroom, changed the sheets, and emptied two boxes like I put on my list. Of course, that mostly means I have two boxes worth of clothes on the floor, but they’re sorted into “keep these” and “if you’re ever thin enough to fit these again you can buy new ones”, the latter of which are going to a charity shop. :p

Then I slogged into the office and emptied another couple boxes, more or less cleared off my desk, hooked the computer up, got the Captain’s Chair in working order, and spent some time wondering if I really care enough about all the Rogue and Gambit figurines anymore to even bother, particularly since I have less space to bother in, now.

Judging from the contents of my office, you would think art and photographer were more important to me than my application of interest in them actually indicates. And also possibly sewing. I CAN DREAM, DAMMIT.

As a bonus I remembered I had to, and therefore did, cook dinner. Did I mention that having had Ted as the house spouse for the past 18 months allowed me to forget how much I don’t like having to cook? I don’t even think I dislike *cooking*, on reflection, but I really dislike *having* to cook. Anyway, I made a nice chicken pot pie which only got on the table about 15 minutes late, mostly because I forgot to boil the carrots and potatoes. @.@

I was pretty sure, at that point, that I would not get the work-based things I needed to do done, but I actually did. I mean, none of it’s going fast enough and I should have done it all earlier in the day but gah, at least I did it.

I might go sleep now. I’ve been mostly going to bed at pretty sensible hours, and I’m wrecked anyway, and I can’t imagine how much worse shape I’d be in if I wasn’t making an effort to get enough sleep.