Yesterday started out pretty busy: breakfast, church and an appointment for work. After that my plan was to to go home, eat lunch, do some basement cleaning and run a bunch of laundry loads. Instead, I ate half a sleeve of saltines with fresh peanut butter on them, watched hours of 100 Greatest Standups of All Time on Comedy Central, and dozed off periodically throughout the afternoon. It was great!
By the time my husband finally materialized in the early evening, I had moved my lazy bulk in front of our bedroom TV, the better to nap comfortably when it seemed appropriate. I was surrounded by cats, most of whom were on board with my plan to move as little as possible. Only hunger and a stiff neck could finally compel me to arise and seek a late dinner.
Since it's nearly impossible to find a real restaurant open after 9 p.m. on Sunday, my husband and I returned home with food from Wendy's. By the time Deadwood was over, I had already sought out a jar of Maalox tablets and taken four of them to counteract the meal. I knew there was a reason I'd stopped eating fast food.
Since we had our power restored on Friday, I was able to grab the downstairs laptop and look up some information about the historical Calamity Jane and her role in the smallpox epidemic that is clearly about to hit the town in the series. That's one of the things that makes Deadwood so interesting - a blend of fiction and researchable history (albeit a history that is embellished with many tall tales and thus open to debate).
Today it's back to work as usual. I have to transcribe three interviews and write a total of five profiles of interviewees from the past couple of weeks. I've sold my car, so tonight I need to clean it out and get it ready for the new owner. That laundry I meant to wash yesterday still awaits - and my reputation precedes me on that subject. Enough talk, then. To action!