Last night, my friend Nancy and I saw the premiere performance of Shadowlands at the Guthrie Theater. It's based on part of the life of writer C.S. Lewis, and his marriage to American Joy Gresham. My first two seasons at the Guthrie I had preview tickets and forgot why I changed. When I called the box office to see how long the performance was (so I could book my paratransit ride). They had no clue. So, I guessed at three hours and it was pretty darned good. It was over about 10:15pm.
Anyway, Nancy and I were coworkers back about 20 years ago. She is one of my writing mentors. She's married with one teenage daughter. We still saw each other occasionally, at work functions, but it wasn't until a couple years ago we came up with a plan, to at least get together socially twice a year. I have an April birthday, she an October birthday. So about every six months we get together. Usually just for dinner, but I had Guthrie tickets coming up so we did the "I pay for the tickets, you buy dinner thing."
The play was good, but intense. It's one that I wouldn't mind seeing again, to soak up more of the themes and concepts.
Because I was out last night, it was great to have an extra hour of sleep this morning, turning our clocks back last night for the end of Daylight Saving Time. I know it's probably psychological, but it feels like I'm trying to catch up on my sleep all summer long. Once that extra hour of sleep comes, I feel so much more rested. And, the first day is wonderful because at 5pm, I'd gotten everything done I really wanted to get done: reading the Sunday paper, cutting coupons, laundry, watching most of the Vikings game (finally), reading about a hundred pages of my book, then ate dinner and did my chili prep for my Election Night party. And now I've had my shower, am watching Amazing Race and blogging, waiting for TrueBlood on HBO. It feels like a great, full day. And, the best part is, I'm not exhausted.
As usual, before a party, I'm worried about the house not being clean. Shaunta procrastinates, but does get things done at the 11th hour. I just always hope it's the 10th hour. I'm a fretter about that. Meanwhile, yesterday, my new PCA, who's in part-time residence, decided to clean the basement. It was nice to have the laundry area clean for the first time in about a year. But, my guests Tuesday night won't be seeing the basement and the living room needs vacuuming and dusting. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but my priorities are a bit different than others' are, especially my PCAs'.
Tomorrow night, I'll put together my chili. I have everything chopped, all the canned goods and spices out on the counter. That's half the battle. And, I didn't think about it, but probably a very good idea I did it today, because tomorrow at work I get my flu shot, so all that chopping would have been painful tomorrow night. It'll be tough enough to stir.
I'm leaving work early Tuesday to vote and then get things ready for my small group of dedicated Liberal elites, to we hope, celebrate a victory for the first time in too many years. I hope I didn't just jinx things.
Change is one the way, I feel it in my achy RA bones. Let's hope this is a good change.
