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Very little to update you on today! Which is kind of wonderful! It's nice being able to just chill for a beat.
It was pretty hot the past couple of days. I wore the same pair of shorts to work both Monday and yesterday, my first time wearing shorts to work this year (not at all the first time I wore shorts this year—I wore shorts every single day we were in D.C.). Monday was also the first day this year that I rode my bike to work without any need for a jacket in the morning. That repeated yesterday morning: both mornings it was above 60° for my morning commute. A bit cooler this morning, at 57°, but it was still barely warm enough for me not to need a jacket.
Oh. I guess I'll mention this: yesterday was the second time I rode all the way home without realizing I didn't have my helmet on. I left it at work. You'd think it would think about this simply because there was nothing on my head, but no—it was because I had my helmet in my desk drawer, and I simply did not see it and so did not think about it. Out of sight, out of mind. This is the result of my current desk configuration, conditioning myself to use only the surface of the sit-stand portion of my desk, which is the only part that will go to the new office next month. I have less desktop space, so I put my helmet in the drawer (which I emptied out of most of its junk weeks ago now). Well, today I put it back on top of my desk—just behind the right-side external monitor. Hopefully I'll remember to wear it this time.
Anyway. Back to shorts. I need to buy some more, which is going to be a challenge on my incredibly tight budget. I have a couple of other shorts I really like but don't tend to wear to work because they are a tad shorter than some might consider professional—they're not short-shorts or hot pants or anything like that, but even a 5" seam (which is what I prefer at the max, generally speaking) is sort of borderline at work. Probably no one would think much of it, I suppose. Maybe I should stop worrying about it. It's just that my favorite pair of shorts,
the pink pair I got at the downtown Seattle H&M store several years ago before it closed, has a hole in them, rubbed through by a corner of my wallet. I actually sewed it up before going to D.C. so I could get at least a few more days out of them, but the thread has fallen apart again. It's now in the Goodwill pile, which is a bummer. Anyway, that pair worked okay for work, but now I just have a couple of gray pairs that are both long and comfortable enough; two other pair that are comfortable but a little longer in the legs than I like; and another two pair of jean shorts that are a bit tight on the thighs and just make me think about how much weight I'd like to lose.
Granted, what I really just said is that I have fully six pairs of shorts that are perfectly appropriate for work but I'm just bummed about the latest pair I'm having to throw away. I already had to throw out the red pair I loved so much a year or two ago, and now none of my shorts are red
or pink! It's a travesty!
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I'm back in regular jeans today. Still in sandals. I know you'll find this to be critical information in the updates of my life.
The last two times I wore shoes, I wound up with multiple bites on my ankles. I don't know if my shoes or my socks are infested or what. Could the inserts in my shoes be? Maybe I should replace those and see if that makes a difference.
Anyway. I spent the evening at home with Shobhit last night. We finished binging
The Bear season four, which has somewhat mixed reviews but I kind of loved. Shobhit commented that he didn't think it would get Emmy nominations, but I think it still easily could. It made me cry like two or three times. We watched episodes seven through ten, which was about two and a half hours of cumulative viewing. Then Shobhit watched Saturday night's
As Time Goes By, because when "we" watched them before, he fell asleep. Shobhit is becoming an old man.
Oh. We were going to have a therapy session today, but because we had said last week we'd be good with switching to every other week, Amy, the therapist, canceled today's appointment. I had already canceled next week's session, thinking we'd do today and
then go to biweekly. I said I was fine with just coming next on July 14 and doing biweekly thereafter. We may even go to less frequent after that.
Amy has mentioned a bunch of times how other couples she has in therapy are in such worse shape than Shobhit and I seem to be. This certainly doesn't mean Shobhit and I didn't need it, and I have noticed a marked difference since we started. I certainly don't feel like we need weekly sessions, though. My primary concern is how quickly we might revert to unhealthy patterns if we stop going. I'm not ready to stop, for that very reason. But I have to say, I am feeling pretty good about us right now. It's a nice feeling to have, 21 years in.
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[posted 12:59pm]
