Quiet Saturday Night
It’s a quiet Saturday night after a day of wasting time, napping, and basically doing nothing at all productive. In other words, I continue to exercise hard, get extremely tired, and crash on Saturday. Our busy season is starting at work, and I am already weary and irritable. This year I am more buried in work than ever because I made the mistake of distinguishing myself and now have many extra special projects–basically a whole other full time job in addition to my regular responsibilities. It’s going to be a long winter.
This week I have been corresponding with a promising man whom I did NOT meet through online dating. You may recall my friend and former business partner, SS. Well, ever since I moved to DC she has been telling me that her husband, W., thinks I should meet his friend. W. reads the other blog, so he should have a decent idea of my personality. The friend lives about three hours south of here. So far in his emails he seems nice, grownup and intimidatingly smart, which I do love in a man. One of his hobbies is Civil War reenacting. When I told my co-worker that, she decided to make up a Civil War name for him and settled on Ernest Rutherford. In the meantime, I started thinking that learning to fire a musket would make for a fantastic date! Anyway, I think I will call him Ernest on this blog. We’ll probably progress to talking on the phone next week and see how that goes.
