And so April has passed as quickly as March.
Tonight Peattie is at the A’s/Giants game, and I skipped Burn and stayed home and bought plane tickets to Wisconsin for August (2011 seems to be another year in which all my vacations will be within the continental U.S.; I’m actually excited about the trips but it does make me feel guilty or envious or something when friends are going to interesting places like Colombia and Turkey and Namibia). I made one of my go-to dinners, which is sausage (easy to buy at bodegas) with some veggies (mushrooms and peppers), sauteed spinach with cherry tomatoes (love the burst) and polenta. I have yet to crack the secret of making polenta that doesn’t turn out dry and crumbly. I follow Mark Bittman’s instructions, but every time it’s perfect for about three minutes and then it’s a letdown by the time I finish eating it. Mysteries of supposedly simple cooking.
Last night we flew back from Boston, which was a great trip except too short, and made shorter by the fact that jetlag made it virtually impossible to get up before 11am Eastern, which shortened the days a bit as you can imagine. The flight home felt like the longest cross-country flight in a while; it felt like I was flying back from Europe. When we finally got off the plane my wrists hurt, like I’d slept and pushed them against something. They still hurt, which is kind of freaking me out, like I have RSI or something that’s been activated by the crappy way I slept on the plane. I assume/hope they feel better tomorrow, but who knows. This was my semi-excuse for skipping Burn. Also, I’m exhausted. I had a few days of horrible sleep due to, of all things, wacky allergy attacks in the middle of the night, and it’s set me back.
I’m trying to catch up on Friday Night Lights. I never watched season four and then we got it on DVD and Peattie watched all of it sometime when I was busy, and now season five has finally started on regular TV again and of course I have to catch up. I spent tonight watching the two episodes I already watched when we first got the DVDs but forgot, and finally got to the third one. This feels somewhat like a metaphor for my life at the moment: a giant game of catch-up.
