Boy did I ever have a shitty nights sleep. I felt like I woke every 15 mins to cough and blow my nose. Em said I was snoring like hell. Hard to believe I had time. I woke up exhausted which is not the omen I had hoped for. Obvs it’s gonna be a lousy day. Being sick is not helping me.
Since it’s friday I am not going to workout. Mon to thurs only, it’s enough. I am still sore from yesterday and Marika claims she is injured. I doubt it. Every workout has a hangover, some worse than others. Hans and Franz said just walk it off. Works for me.
Since I had no workout, I had extra time. To waste. I read the paper. That’s awesome. Drank coffee. Then got ready for another fantastic day.
I went downtown to the shoe store to pick up Marika’s slippers (2nd pair) from repair. They were closed. So I called Marika to tell her to pick up later. No, I did not. I realized I left the phone at home. So back home I went. Told Marika to pick up. Got my phone. Went to work.
I hate when I forget my phone. Of course, it’s Friday and I forgot to bring my water bottle home. The 1/2 gallon one. Now I gotta sub in. Not the same. But, I am getting ahead of myself.
The day started at my former bank. The one that closed my accounts because I had a cannabis client. Assholes. Anyway, it appears that one month ago the FTB, State of CA, sent an electronic deposit to my closed account. The bank reversed it immediately. Of course, the FTB can’t find it. And insists on me proving that a national bank did not steal it. I hate those stupid assholes. The bank gave me a signed statement which said they sent it back. Best I could do. Goes to dumb ass FTB on Monday.
To the office cave, Robin! Well, not a cave, but it is dismal and damp. I did have work to do and I did it. All day. What did I do? I really don’t remember. I’m sick. And I have a bad memory. I ended up leaving early. I’m sick. I think I said that.
Trip home was uneventful and really slow. Love that. Took a few calls on the road. Emily called. I am now to go pick up dinner. Getting Pho and some other noodle dish. So, they gave me two very large and very hot plastic containers of broth in a plastic bag and put some surprisingly heavy containers on top of those. I put them in the car. While going down the street the heavy on top partially collapsed the now melty plastic containers. I have a leaky bag of hot broth in the floor of the car. Stopped at Rx store and tried to get the bag out but the container fell over, in the bag, and well, made a huge mess in and out of the car. I think those idiots at the Pho place need a beating. But, not from me. I went back, after clean up, and got more Pho. I was even polite. They don’t understand English anyway.
Went back to the Rx store, picked up my stuff and went home.
Emily got home a minute after me. Crazy. We managed to unload the cars and get settled. And finally have dinner. Which is nice.
Marika joined us soon after we had finished. She was at work. Brought a bottle of wine home that the bartender gave her. Very lousy wine. I don’t like sweet wines.
Emily has gone to bed. Not long after Marika got here. I am going soon too. I am very tired