where no one knows your name

I actually got up early this morning and wrote, which was nice. I was feeling quite cozy after I turned the heat on - perhaps not necessary, since it was 65 in the house, but I thought I would rather find out now if my furnace isn't working. So I enjoyed curling up on my chaise with my journal and my coffee, and then I took a shower, and then it slowly degraded from there.

First I did a bit of work, and then I went into town to get allergy shots (and a flu shot, in preparation for more traveling). Then I came home and slogged excessively all day - to the point that I actually made a couple of mistakes, which is v. rare for me and indicates that I'm probably not fully recovered. At some point in the afternoon our internet provider came to troubleshoot the fact that [censored] and I keep losing internet, and I have some hope that he fixed the problem - we'll see if I get booted off any calls this week.

[Censored] left around five, and I continued working until about 6:30, when my brain was utterly fried. It was so fried, in fact, that all I could do was read an issue of Conde Nast Traveler - and I managed to pick the issue that was basically 85% lists of the top hotels / resorts / cruise ships / airports / etc around the world as voted on by various readers (some of whom seemed to have questionable taste). But this was about as much as my brain could handle, so I'll take it.

Then I ate a v. late dinner, took care of a couple of personal/local tings, cleaned up the kitchen, etc. And then I was going to go to bed, but I happened to see a couple of things I needed to respond to, so I ended up working for 45mins. And now I really am going to go to bed - goodnight!