moment of comfort
Feb. 7th, 2006 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineMy day at work? Not so pleasant. I spent most of the ten hours at my desk (with an hour or so spent in oh-so-exciting meetings) and most of those banging my head against some code that Absolutely Must Be Tested Before I Leave Tomorrow. Downwood got to field several frantic emails regarding "Tell me how to make Excel do what I want it to do, please" and "I'm-a kill someone. I don't much care who, but it's gotta be done."
He promised to figure out dinner. He's so thoughtful...and has a very strong sense of self-preservation.
So I got to come home to a very excited doggy. We stretched our legs for a bit and came back to ready dinner. (In a side note, does anyone else have a dog that likes buffalo chicken? I thought she just wanted the ranch dressing, but then she was taking bits of the seasoned breading. Weird pooch.)
I did some laundry and cursed the BPAL order that I put in this morning when I found another scent among my many imps that's utterly fantastic (and two that I don't so much care for, which is a bit above the usual 1:3 ratio of love:m'eh).
It was when I was folding the last load of clothes that I remembered something that makes me very happy. It's utter bliss to be cold, pull a clean pair of flannel PJs out of a basket, and have warm snuggliness totally envelope me. Mrrr. As soon as Downwood gets back, I get to have some glom time and some good sleepings before getting up to do this all again tomorrow. Here's hoping tomorrow ends as well as today.
He promised to figure out dinner. He's so thoughtful...and has a very strong sense of self-preservation.
So I got to come home to a very excited doggy. We stretched our legs for a bit and came back to ready dinner. (In a side note, does anyone else have a dog that likes buffalo chicken? I thought she just wanted the ranch dressing, but then she was taking bits of the seasoned breading. Weird pooch.)
I did some laundry and cursed the BPAL order that I put in this morning when I found another scent among my many imps that's utterly fantastic (and two that I don't so much care for, which is a bit above the usual 1:3 ratio of love:m'eh).
It was when I was folding the last load of clothes that I remembered something that makes me very happy. It's utter bliss to be cold, pull a clean pair of flannel PJs out of a basket, and have warm snuggliness totally envelope me. Mrrr. As soon as Downwood gets back, I get to have some glom time and some good sleepings before getting up to do this all again tomorrow. Here's hoping tomorrow ends as well as today.
