random thoughts – Day 1,807 – (Wednesday) – fortification and relic

The weather was warm again, but I only know this because I read it somewhere. I didn’t go outside, I was butt in chair in the home office all day. There was another flurry of ad requests, a cancelled team meeting, and an impromptu late-afternoon meeting that wasn't exactly fun and games.

Lunch!

A freezer excavation uncovered a container of chicken vegetable soup that was re-liquified in a saucepan with some wheat penne and mixed frozen vegetables added. With a slice of bread, it became a  steamy, fortifying lunch which was pretty much the high point of the day until I decided to have ice cream for supper. 

Thursday kicks off with a visit to the surgeon for a follow-up to the adventure of the fractured wrist. I hope the cast comes off and stays off for good, because it’s become annoying, not just because it rubs and feels mildly uncomfortable. It’s too cold for me to wear short sleeves and I have almost no long sleeves wide enough to go over the cast and definitely nothing suitable for the office assuming that tomorrow I’m cleared for driving by the surgeon.

I’ve worn the same one, oversized, light tan, office dress code violating forever-old sweatshirt that fits over the cast every day for a solid week. This is a violation of my usual attempts to not look like a slug, but thank goodness I kept that sweatshirt, which is usually worn only for cool-weather yard work and painting. It has a schmear of the black paint from a Tennessee painting project and a smaller one of the purplish gray from The BungaLowell kitchen. 

The suddenly necessary broken wrist wardrobe staple sweatshirt is a relic of lost love. It belonged to an ex-boyfriend of the previous century, and while my relationship with him ended after five years, my relationship with his old sweatshirt has lasted decades into this new century. And people wonder why I have trouble getting rid of things -- you never, ever know when it might be needed.