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Monday, November 03, 2003

Had my last mellow weekend of the year. It was great. Halloween was a smashing success. Christmas caroling on Halloween is always the best because it is the only time of the year people are expecting to open their doors to strangers. And then giving them candy confuses them. And then telling them there's only 54 shopping days until Christmas is the perfect fright. It's just fun. It's also a great chance to make sure the Dickens costumes still fit and to inaugurate the Dickens season. Workshops start next weekend!

On Saturday, Rick headed out to Sacramento to film a Utilikilts commercial with the gang. I stayed in bed, dozing and reading. I finished my book, with book in one hand, cat in the other. There are few things better in this world than a lazy Saturday morning in bed with a good book and a cat curled up with you purring away.

Rachel, who was also single this weekend, called and we headed to Hobees for a late breakfast. I had their new Pruneyard Ommie - Turkey bacon, mushrooms, spinach, red onions, Swiss cheese and topped with Sundried Tomato pesto. It was scrumptious. Now I have an actual decision at breakfast - this or the Southwest Ommie. Things could be far far worse.

After breakfast, I headed home for some housekeeping. Cleaned up the place pretty thoroughly downstairs, and left the upstairs for Sunday. Rachel came back about 5 and we headed to Pleasanton for the Bal de Vampyre. It was then that I realized I felt very different from the past few weeks. I suddenly remembered the word "affordances" which I'd been trying to use when describing a UI problem to the software developer. Someone in the bathroom was wrestling with the faucet, which looked like it should twist to turn on, but actually is supposed to be pushed. I thought to myself, "Hmm. That's a product affordance problem." And like a lightening bolt I realized I had at least a good healthy chunk of my brain cells back in functioning order. Amazing what a little sleep will do for a girl.

So I enjoyed the ball, danced quite a bit and such, and then headed home for more of that good sleeping stuff. Slept til 11 on Sunday, and roused and did my homework, again with cat assistance. Then I played the white tornado upstairs, cleaning out the closet and the bedroom, doing laundry, repotting a plant, sanding some picture frames in preparation for painting. Basically, taking care of a bunch of stuff I'd wanted to for quite a while. Ran out to do a couple of errands and picked up a yummy chile verde burrito from Los Charros. For the second day in a row, I only ate once, but felt totally happy and satisfied. The three meals a day thing is overrated, as far as I'm concerned. Far better is the 8+ hours of sleep a day.

So now I'm back at work and expect to get far more done today than in recent history. Sleep - the wonder drug! Too bad I'll not get the chance to do this again until January. But maybe, just maybe, I'm ready. Well, ready, as soon as I memorize my lines.


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