Went to practice tonight, for the first time since mid last month. It's been cold at nights, all the way down to 46°. Forty-six degrees. Forty six.

My dad is laughing at me right now.

At least my mom is thinking, "Brrrrrrrr!"

Given the team hasn't really been out and running around together for a month, just playing sounded like a great idea to me. We did a lot of throwing (about 200 throws per person of various grips and lengths), and played games. I'm not sure they liked the way I divided the teams up: number of letters in their last name, odd on one team, even on the other. I followed that one up with something like the number of letters in their first names. The teams seemed pretty even.

Although playing ultimate and teaching people (and combining the two!) is a lot of fun, I have to admit that hanging out with Kate, even in the cold, cold, cold, stop laughing Dad, cold weather is the best part for me. I like chatting on the sidelines with her, talking about life and plotting women's ultimate domination in two years with her. It's a lot of fun.

If only I could feel my toes.

My sides hurt.

My office chair is too small for both me and Bella to sit on at the same time.

Crystal commented to me last Friday that my new work schedule is, "Just like college!" I had just mentioned how I was enjoying my days, working among various activities, heading to the gym or off for a dog walk when I wanted to, without worrying too much about the schedule per se. I'm still worried about deadlines, and I still have calls and appointments to keep. The day to day schedule is pretty nice, though, because I can choose to go for a walk, end up at the library and work from there.

You know it's cold in your house when you use your laptop actually on your lap to stay warm.

Did you read that? My sides hurt.

Annie isn't any better, even after the week of drugs. She's nearly unable to walk the 1/2 mile loop we have around the block. I'm starting to worry about her, which is saying something. I usually don't worry about indestruct-a-doggy.

Hasn't rained in a week. Might be time to start working outside again.

Tuesday mornings, Kris is usually up and out the door by 7:30 am, taking Annie for her happy, happy, joy, joy, all-day hike. Since that isn't happening, I seized on the free morning with Kris and suggested breakfast together.

Imagine - breakfast together on a weekday morning. Together. Breakfast.

Uh, yeah.

Sleep holds a much stronger draw, unfortunately.

We woke up late, snuggled under the comforters for a long while, then finally crept out of bed when we realized the squeaking noise we kept hearing wasn't construction noise from across the street, but rather Annie's stomach growling. "I guess I better feed the dogs," muttered Kris as he rolled out of bed.

We went to Starbucks for a quick pastry for me, pastry and coffee for Kris. We've been ordering much the same items each time we go, that Kris has started handing me cash and standing to the side to see if I can get the "grande drip, room for milk, morning bun and chocolate croissant" order correct. Apparently, coffee drinkers use the term "room for cream" not "room for milk," so I deliberately use milk to annoy them all.

The cashier was very friendly to me. "How are you doing?" "What do you have planned for today?" "Oh, what fun!" and "I hope everything works well for you today!" I usually don't have conversations with the Starbucks people, though I'm sure they recognize me by now as the woman who never buys coffee. "There she is, the milk lady again."

So, I handed Kris his coffee, and walked with him to the milk table. As I was reaching for the napkins, I saw a flash of white to my left, followed by a, "Sorry, babe."

I looked over to see Kris covered in milk from his stomach down, a puddle of milk at his feet. I looked up to his coffee, to see the lid of the half and half floating in his coffee cup, the half and half thermos still tipped in his hand.

I looked up at him. "I blame the barista and her 'hope everything works well for you today.'"

"Yeah, she jinxed us."

"Yeah."

Good thing these getting organized tasks have easy ones in the middle. Given they're building up, and I'm up to 7 organizational tasks each day (turning all of Kris' hangers every day is getting tiring), and I'm running out of work time with all of them.

Not really.

But today's is an easy one:

Years ago, I learned the trick of touching mail once. Each piece of mail is touched once before dealing with it. If it's a bill, it's opened immediately, check written (yes, I still write checks, I like writing checks!), envelope stuffed, flap sealed, stamp added. If it's junk mail, the envelope goes into the trash if it has a plastic window (which are retarded, by the way), any paper with my address on it goes into the shredder, and all other paper goes into the paper recycling bag.

If it's a catalog, well, the pages with my address on them go into the shredder, an the rest goes into the paper recycling bag. I'm currently working on the austerity program, and spending money from a catalog doesn't really work with the program. Chances are, if I don't have a gift certificate, it's not in the budget. It happens.

So, yeah, another easy day, since the suggestion is already a habit.

Today's suggestion is actually a pretty good one:

It's basically reducing overwhelming tasks into smaller, managable tasks, but for physical objects instead of non-physical things like to-do lists.

I wonder if I can compartmentalize my index cards...

Probably not. So, I tried my desk drawer. I really should have taken a before picture, because 10000 words would not describe the disaster of that drawer. It was basically full to the top with stuff: office supplies, paper, keys, stamps, return address labels, more office supplies, and crap.

I had one little dish in the drawer that was overloaded. The dish was from Max and Rosa's wedding, one of the guest gifts. I asked if I could have a set of the extras they had, after snagging Kris', Ben's and Lisa's dishes. They're adorable little fishes.

They're also perfect in my desk drawer:

I give this desk drawer one month before reverting to disaster state. It'll be a pleasant month.