My day

[Note: boring post. You should probably skip this one.]

Today was supposed to be the first Day of Me, where-in my schedule was full of events and I was going to Get. Stuff. Done. I had Master Gardeners in the morning, a doctor's appointment just after lunch, friends coming in the afternoon, and errands to run which included clearing out at least four boxes from the garage.

Instead, I woke up at 6:00 am (which in and of itself was fine, since I am nominally on East Coast time) with a sore throat. A fairly bad sore throat. That coupled with the heavy heart of the last few days, and, well, it was a rough start to a rough day. Out of bed with the light of dawn to down an Emergen-C then back to sleep in hopes my fever would break. Nothing like sleeping in pools of sweat to give you a good morning's sleep.

I woke up late enough that I wasn't going to arrive at the Master Gardener's class in the morning, and hit a bad spot mid-morning, so ended up cancelling the early afternoon appointment and sticking around the house. After a particularly painful chat with a friend of mine, I ended up in a different funk, and spent the next few hours trying to archive items from his various streams. I would later find out I missed a stream completely, but at least that realization ended up positive in the end.

Charles and Noelle were arriving today, so I spent a bit of time cleaning out the guest room for them. I moved all the boxes and clothes and other items in there to the office. And the closet. And the trash.

During the clean up, I pulled out the Dyson and started vacuuming. To vacuum the dust under the chair, I pulled out the hose from the vacuum cleaner, attached the hard floor attachment, and shoved it under the chair.

With no effect.

Puzzled, I pulled the end back around and stuck my hand on the end gently, expecting serious suction. It's a Dyson, afterall.

And nothing.

Barely a breeze.

Still puzzled, I started to look for the problem. I followed the tube down, and immediately saw the problem.

Huh.

Clogged.

Ooooooooohkaaaaaaaaaay.

I thought back to a month or so ago when my assistant had commented the hose didn't suck when she tried to use it, and it clicked into place. Clearly it was clogged. When I commented about it to Kris, he asked me, "Why didn't she look for a clog? Who doesn't look for a clog when a vacuum stops working?"

Um...

Me?

The insides were amusing. I mean, if I need a pen, I know where to go now!

Yeah, so the clog was pretty bad. I kept thinking, wow, I wish people wouldn't use the Dyson as a Shop-Vac. Amusingly, it was mostly dog hair and not my hair doing the clogging.

The upside of cleaning the vacuum was that I found the missing piece to the office light fixture.

Yay.

Charles and Noelle showed up late afternoon, and decided to stay despite my worries about being sick. "We're not germaphobes," N had commented. Thank goodness, because spending two hours with the two of them was amazingly cathartic. We talked about Hacker Dojo and what happened there. We talked about Jonathan. We talked about my next big idea, which wasn't so much an idea as a misunderstanding about a tweet of mine. We talked about their boys. We talked about life. We talked about how it's less the destination and more the journey in life. We talked about kids in general. It was a wonderful couple hours before they left for N's alumni weekend, and I had the evening to see about getting things done.

Yeah, that didn't happen. Ended up in a painful conversation with Jonathan, one where I learned more about him and more about myself. Not all painful conversations have unhappy endings. Some do.

I ended up going to sleep early when I was hit with another temperature spike, hoping that sleeping sufficiently will help me beat this sickness.

Yeah, not a great post. Pretty meh, which was my day.

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