I am v. tired but I had a reasonably good day (two days, since I didn't blog yesterday). I've fully re-entered the slog, mostly because it's the beginning of the quarter and I have a million things to do. So I worked all day yesterday, and then today I got up and worked some more. All my meetings went well, and I took care of some personal errands / tasks in a few spare moments.
Tonight, I went out to my parents' house and made them dinner. I hadn't seen them since the day before I went to Boston/NYC, so I decided not to wait for the weekend to see them. After my last meeting ended, I packed up a bag of supplies and went to their house, where I made shrimp alfredo. My dad seems to always like it, which is unusual given his taste bud issues, and it has the bonus of being v. easy to make.
So I cooked while I talked to my mom, and then the three of us hung out around the dinner table. All in all it was a nice night, and I only feel a tiny twinge of selfish regret for leaving the leftovers with them. Then I came home, tidied up the kitchen, and promptly took a v. ill-advised nap. I don't usually nap at 9pm, but I had a task that I promised my boss I would do tonight, and I was too tired to contemplate it immediately.
So I dozed / scrolled reddit / texted my college friends (today is the 20th anniversary of the release of SAHARA, which should be celebrated much more than it has been - and by that I mean no one has celebrated it). And then I eventually did the task for my boss, so at least I can cross that off my list.
And now it's time for bed - goodnight!