Four large bookshelves and an entertainment center (which holds, of course, more books) assembled, a desk moved, a computer hooked up, a printer attached, and what feels like thousands of boxes emptied, and I'm beginning to feel as though I can live here.

The dining room table is still legless, and I need to bring the coffee table back to the storage room (it doesn't go and I'd rather have that space for exercise-related movement anyway), and I need pillows and, really, a magic wand to figure out the rest of the study. But other than that, I think I'm in. Yes, I'm in to my new apartment. Hallelujah.

And just as I declared my in-ness, I spent the night at the 'rents' last night because I also still haven't uncovered my coffee maker. I'm pretty sure it's still at the 'rents' house. So I'll need to make a trip over there today. Again. And to call the phone company and ask them to turn on the other jacks in the apartment other than the single on in the kitchen. And buy coffee pitcher/holder thingies for masters workouts so I can give these little white ones back to Mom.

Right. So, BridgeBoy wanted to do a distance workout today, so I put him in the ghetto and gave him some distance sets...the last of which he finished about ten minutes after everyone else got out of the water.

I'm sneakalicious sometimes, eh, diary?

So we're getting out of there, and he says to me, "So, when are you buying me breakfast?" With a big, goofy, completely adorable, so-proud-of-himself grin on his face. And I sort of shuddered and said whenever his schedule allows, and any day but Tuesday.

Then we got sidetracked and talked about his freakishly thin feet and how they slide around in his uggs, and then we got back to breakfast. We decided on next Wednesday. I said I'd count on it, and that we should hammer out the details next week. (And yes, I said "hammer out the details", because at first I was going to say "let's bang out the details later," but I didn't think I could do it with a straight face, which would make him think that I was thinking about sex, which would be embarrassing because, well, shit, it's just breakfast, and why would your coach be thinking about sex when you're talking about breakfast after a very long workout?) Right. So, I'm having breakfast with BridgeBoy next Wednesday.

And now I need to not think about it until next week so that I don't lose my brain before then.

Right. So, meanwhile, it's back to replacing burnt out lights, installing new light bulbs where there weren't any before, and getting rid of more empty boxes.

Ta, diary.

Posted by twids at 9:46 am