Finally stopped at the lab and gave the blood needed for the testing my doctor wants to do (cholesterol, triglycerides, etc.). The lab is walk-in so I was dreading a long-ass wait, during which I’d get hungrier and crankier by the moment. But I was the first one there and they got me done lickety-split. The nurse was so great, I barely felt a thing.
“Ready?” she said. “Onetwothree!”
Some nurses take forever finding a vein, but she was awesome.
Had a very nice super-long weekend. Monday was a holiday, and I could have worked today but decided the blood work was more pressing. MB and I mostly worked on our stuff, but I still feel like I have a ton of work to do on this essay. It doesn’t help when I think it’s about one thing, and as I’m writing, I realize it’s about something else. Now I’m rewriting the intro and trying to cut the word count way down.
I got in a couple of workouts. Now that I’m working, I’ve been terrible about going to the gym. I went on Tuesday, then not again till Sunday (ran two miles, 20 minutes on the elliptical). I ran four miles yesterday, yay! Probably won’t do anything today because I gave blood, just in case.
In between working and work outs – and way too many games of Epic Mahjong Solitaire – we took walks: to Union Square, where he played guitar and I tried to write; and out to Haight-Ashbury, where we had crepes and browsed around Amoeba Records. On our way back, we stopped in Japantown and had shabu shabu, a perfect meal for a chilly, gray day.
I guess it’s quite hot out on the east coast. Not to rub anyone’s face in it, but I’m so glad not be in that weather right now. I HATE hot and humid, the worst thing about New York. Here it’s cloudy, windy, and a bit chilly. I’m wearing sweat pants, a T-shirt, and another shirt on top of that. We sleep at night with two blankets. I LOVE IT.
Now if only some NYC restaurants (Le French Diner! Pala! LES Noodle Bar!) would come out here. We’ll be glad to send several hobos and crackheads in exchange.
Today, aside from finishing that damned essay, I have to drop off stuff at the cleaners’, return a library book, and possibly get some bedding from Macy’s.
Some bad news I almost forgot: my favorite working cafe, Bittersweet, closed down, at least the one on Fillmore Street. My SF pal said she heard it was because the landlord wanted to double their rent. I’m so bummed about it. I really loved that place. The drinks were delicious, and the atmosphere so inviting to work in. I loved the big comfy tables where you could spread all your crap out, the free wifi, and how the barristas didn’t mind if you stayed there all afternoon, nursing a cup of tea.