* This morning I set an early alarm and went to "Restorative Yoga" at the YMCA. Restorative Yoga (as taught in this location by this instructor anyway), it turns out, means "lying around on the mat like a slug barely moving yoga." It was more mind than body, complete with inspirational readings, which meant I spent a great deal of the class mentally making the jerk-off motion while lying down and executing a series of gentle stretches. THUMBS-DOWN! The next class in the studio, it turned out, was hot Vinyasa yoga though. I've been wanting to try hot yoga, so I stuck around. Hot Vinyasa yoga kicked my ass and took my lunch money. It was great! And then a cute butchy Jewish gal complimented The Jew Tattoo, so all in all it was a good day at the gym.
* I took Hotter and the boys downtown with me today in the MFA Beater to sign my offer letter and give HR my photo ID and Social Security card to copy. The boys have been to the building I will be working in before as part of a tour of downtown and were excited to show it to Hotter and see it again themselves (it's VERY impressive, as in floor-to-ceiling marble in the lobby, ornately-carved wooden accents, hand-painted murals, infinity fountains and the like).
* Unfortunately Hotter was extremely bad company, the MFA Beater drove worse than usual (which is really saying something), and the boys were a nuisance in the car (by which I mean they were doing things like thumping around in the backseat while I was parallel parking and making me think I hit something, shrieking so that I couldn't hear what the engine was doing, which is key to knowing when to punch the gas in order to keep the Beater from stalling out, and generally reminding me why I only pack us all into the same vehicle every few months when the memory of how godawful it is has faded). It was kind of a toss-up whether Hotter or the children were the bigger buzzkill, honestly. Sigh.
* Hotter, it turns out, was in the process of taking ill with joint pain, a low-grade temperature, and lots of whimpering (literal, actual whimpering). He was initially saying he wanted to go to Urgent Care, but I gave him A Look and said "here is the thing: Urgent Care will do one of two things. They will do some bloodwork and tell you it's a virus and drink lots of fluids, or freak out because of the transplant angle and send you to the ER at Local Teaching Hospital no matter what is or isn't wrong with you, and either way it will cost us a couple hundred dollars. So your options are to sack up, take some Tylenol, drink lots of water, and see how you feel in the morning, or if you're that miserable we can go straight to the ER and cut out the very expensive middleman." Hotter chose Option A, which I think was a good call.
* Peanut butter and neufchatel cheese sandwiches with pink Himalayan salt and raisins are life-changingly delicious, by the way. Just throwing that out there. I think the textures of the ingredients help you not notice you're eating gluten-free bread if you swing that way.
* All in all, today had its ups and downs, mostly downs, and I didn't get nearly as much work done for Temp Agency #2 as I would have liked to, but I have a job so it still beats most of the last two months hands-down. Also, I have Made A Friend via this humble blog who is now a co-worker at Temp Agency #2, and e-mailing back and forth with her throughout the day about the things we individually and mutually hate is surprisingly good for my morale. So not too bad of a Friday at all.
* And how are all of YOU?