1) Day starts around 1:00PMCST. Bob and I are a couple of worthless loaves in the heaty comfort of our bed, poking at each other. The morning is not complete without at least two improvised songs based on the suggestion "I love you." The impulse to release urine eventually can be ignored no longer. One of us skulks to the commode while the other fights the allure of continued contact with warm flannel and loses.
2) There is a lot of internet in this house. A few hours pass with eyes trained on their respective computer screens. I am all caught up on e-mail and even tossed a few opinions out on the improv forums.
3) Book reading. Am currently in the middle of "Running With Scissors." You know you've hit it big when your book is for sale for $7 on the bestseller table at Costco and is positioned between Lisey's Story and the latest told-you-so from that dickshaft Dr. Phil. I acquired RWS in that manner. I am enjoying it in that it takes place in Northampton, but damnit if I cannot say that the yuck factor of the book gets tiresome after awhile. If you walk in on your mom getting eaten out by the reverend's wife and somehow managed to avoid school after the age of 13, I guess publishers are ready to snap up whatever you have, esp. if you change your name from Christopher to the effete Augusten.
Book reading takes place on the couch while drinking either tap water laced with cranberry-flavored Emergen-C or Vitamin Water (power-C dragonfruit). I will not contract scurvy while shipwrecked in my own house!
4) Attempting to memorize Apiary Scum, my monologue for this Saturday night. How did I memorize parts in plays when I was in high school? I haven't been totally "off book" in over a decade. Fuck!
5) Went for a crunchy walk outside. Photographed naturally occuring stalagtites of ice firmly attached to our home and motor vehicles. Ran into my neighbor and former aerobics insturctor Pam and her husband out and about. It was beyond refreshing to talk to someone face-to-face who is not Bob. Not that I don't love Bob. If I have to be iced in with anyone, it better be Bob. But wow! Other people!
6) More internet.
7) More Running With Scissors.
8) Bob began the pizza making process. Our kitchen styles clashed and words were had. We love each other profoundly but cannot cook side by side like those chummy couples in the Kitchen Aid ads. Why can't we harmoniously chop vegetables and smile and indulge in our spendy appliances like normal couples? I retreated to my computer while Bob fought the good fight with the Cuisinart. I was called in to add toppings to the pizzas and see them through the baking and oven removal process. Bob's a brilliant doughmaster. Very firm, flavorful and chewy.
9) Called mom. Called friend.
10) Took long hot shower. Being home day after day means wearing gamey-smelling pajamas. Time to scrape off the oily crud accumulation. Now that all my wintery jammies are gamey, they must be laundered. Wash gamey jammies.
11) Cleaned up pizza mess. Wondered aloud, "Is Bob's work closed tomorrow?" His work is the lone institute of higher ed in this city that hasn't announced closure for tomorrow. FIVE DAY WEEKEND AUSTIN!!
12) Thought about, but did not actually work on, my novel.
Posted by Zerd at January 16, 2007 09:15 PM