1st Day Working From Home

Aspen and Sherlock were a pair of well trained dogs I took care of one summer. For the most part, they stayed off the bed and were content to rest their heads on the perimeter of the mattress so I could lazily drape my arm over the side to pet them until I fell asleep. Once in a while, I would pat the bed signaling it was okay for them to jump on and rest with me. I would have to continue encouraging them with my "come on" and "it's okay" and "come here" along with the thumping. When they finally jumped on, they were still on guard, testing and waiting. This is how I feel about working from home on my very, very slow vpn connection. Am I really allowed to do this? Work from home?

It's been 5 months since I've been living with diabetes. It's been 5 weeks since I've started this new job. Nothing feels quite comfortable yet, even though I'm kind of used it. When I'm about to give myself a shot or prick my finger, I still hold my breath and tense up, like we're about to take the steep plunge on a roller coaster ride. Sometimes it's not as bad as we expect. But other times we hit a blood vessel that leaves a less than attractive bruise or sometimes we forget to check the dial where you control how deep the lancet is going to go in your unexpecting finger. And during the 7 seconds I'm waiting to see what my BG is, I have the same feeling I felt right before homeroom teacher would pass out report cards.

On Wednesday night Greg and I saw "Night of the Iguana" at the Castro theatre. This is a Tennesse williams play adapted to film starring Richard Burton. This movie pretty much put Puerto Vallarta on the tourist destination map. When we were planning our Puerto Vallarta trip earlier this year, there were a bunch of attractions related to this movie and we had no idea what to make of it. Anyway, we drank diet sprites while we watched this film. I thought that was especially amusing in a twisted but oh so funny way.

Last weekend we went to a lovely wedding for one of Justin's college friends in Forth Worth, Texas. I'm a fan of black tie weddings. Very rarely does Justin care more about what he is wearing than I do. We learned that cumberbunds "catch crumbs" and tying a bow tie is just like tying your shoes, but not really because I've never retied my shoes 8 times in a row to make it look nicer. A few other deep revelations from this trip:

1) Mashed potato bar. Next time I host a party, this is going to be fantastic. Think crispy pancetta, crumbled pt. reyes bleu cheese, mushrooms sauteed in butter and garlic, sour cream, green onions, chives - the possibilities and combinations are endless.

2) Before I get married, I should adopt a middle name so when I monogram everything from inviations to napkins, it will be aesthetically and rhythmically pleasing.

3) God is everywhere in Texas. Especially in hallmark cards at walgreens. Maybe you can find one or two without a bible quote, but be prepared to get saved at the checkout counter.

4) It's bad to sit in the last row of an airplane because people don't stop going to the bathroom. It's a vicious cycle because on a three hour flight, they had beverage service twice, coffee service once and water service once. That's an opportunity every hour to fill your bladder.