Caught in Contemplation

A year ago, when I had to be up early for work every morning, Sam got into the habit of making me tea to help me wake up. This is awesome on many levels, starting with it helps me get up at a reasonable hour (especially important when the demands of work were dragging me out of bed on little sleep and under lots of stress that only made my body want to sleep more). That and I thought then (and still think now) that it's a nice way of making me feel taken care of.

Then we moved in together and he has to get up for work somewhere on the order of hours earlier than I do and while I would still appreciate the thought of a steaming mug of tea, I think I'd prefer sleeping to actually getting up on his schedule just to drink some tea.

So, we have a new way of making this work for us. It took a while to get there, but the rhythm seems to have settled on his leaving my thermos (which, I might add is adorably decorated to look like a penguin who we have proceeded to name Chester) filled with warm tea on my desk... or in my backpack on days like today with a little sticky note attached about what sort of tea he happens to be carrying. The notes make me smile every time I read them. As does the personality Chester seems to be developing day by day.

I am glad for the playfulness that seems to have reinserted itself into our relationship recently. (For other things too, of course, but play is not always so easy to find and very very important to me).

A blushing someone sent my LJ a rose this morning. Apparently I have a secret admirer now (How else does one interpret a rose sent to one's lj?). Fun!

Thank you, anonymous rose sender, for brightening my day. :-)

I. I saw The Miser at Berkeley Rep on Tuesday. Much that I liked, some that I didn't. More later.

II. Walgreens had 2/$5 pints of Haagen-Dazs this week. This made me exceedingly happy.

III. ternarybits and I leave for Europe in 2 weeks! We have planned our itinerary, now, but don't have places to stay (yet). This is the project for this evening. Or something.

Edit: We now have places to stay in Paris, Rome and Venice. We need to arrange lodgings for Vienna, Salzburg and Zurich. But, things are coming together. I want to pinch myself, at times, because it is hard to believe that we are really going and this is really happening.

Also amused that while I am not superstitions, I will find myself, soon, back at Fontana di Trevi in Rome, throwing 3 coins over my left shoulder and making wishes again, thinking about how since the last time I was there, 2 of 3 wishes have already come true -- returns and any wish. As for the third, love, well, we shall see.

IV. Steve got a tailsuit that fits him!

V. Life is good. I am happy.

I have had the following song lyrics stuck in my head since yesterday afternoon.

"I got lost in his arms and I had to stay
It was dark in his arms and I lost my way"

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I have to lecture at 8 am on Thursday. While I am excited about the lecture material (perspective projections, aka static or pictorial monocular depth cues, most of which are subtopics of perspective projection), I am less than excited about having to achieve brain function at that hour of the day.

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I leave for Florida on Thursday night. I should probably get my act together and make sure I'm actually ready to go; plan what I want to see at this conference, do laundry, pack, clean house (as while I don't much mind mess, I don't like coming home to a messy home after a trip of more than a couple days). There is much to be done between now and then... lecture writing, data analysis, data collection, grading, etc.

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