random thoughts – Day 1,890 – (Tuesday) – crunch time

Today had a mission. The gas tank had been low since Sunday and I forgot to deal with it in my haste to get home from dance practice. The pre-work plan, since I figured I’d be up at the butt-crack of dawn anyway (and I was), was to dress and drink coffee. Once sufficiently caffeinated, the litter box would be checked for an offering made by the feline sovereign since last night, collect said offering, stop for gas, then deliver the offering to the vet when they opened at 8:00 so they can stop sending me reminders about Kiki’s overdue fecal test. This would put me back home in plenty of time for an on-time 8:30 login. Of course, today there was was no offering in the litter box and I didn’t leave the house before work. 

The realtor came today for the exterior photos, to get them done before a storage pod is delivered. This was rescheduled from Sunday when it was cloudy and the forecast for today was supposed to be sunnier. It wasn’t. Then it was. Then it wasn’t. The pictures happened, just not under the picturesque blue sky we had wanted. The clouds looked really cool, anyway. And now I can nail down the pod delivery date and get busy.

Dance bags and costume parts.

The after work plan was to bolt from the desk at 5:00, get gas, then head to dance group, arriving early to run through the duet with the dance partner and figure out how much stage space we have. At the gas station it was discovered my wallet was at home, and I had to return for it. By the time I got back for the gas, I wasn’t headed out of town any earlier than most Tuesdays, but I still got there early enough to check what we needed.

At least dance practice was good. Well, I messed up the duet, but I didn’t fall off the stage and break anything, so I’m calling that part satisfactory. One of the group numbers I'm in had to be run two or three times, but that helped. 

Dancers tested out costume parts for look and movement and all that stuff. I had my harem pants and top for one number, but I didn’t take the time to change into them and just wore my regular yoga pants and a hoodie. Our dress rehearsal date was set. As our dance leader noted tonight, "we are not in play time, we are in crunch time." For me, it's crunch time on many levels -- dance, work, house, life.

Crunch time.

On the ride home, the car activated the autopilot feature and pulled itself into Market Basket. I didn’t know why I was there, but there was plenty of parking. I looked at the prepared salads and the discount bakery items and bought chicken cranberry finger sandwiches, cherry ice cream with chocolate chunks, and a box of Crunch 'n Munch from a display at the register. Even now, I still don’t know why I was there. But I have ice cream and Crunch 'n Munch, taking crunch time literally.