8:20 am: Wake up against my will. First the house phone rings, now my cell phone is ringing. It’s Shelly. Shocker. “Dad wants to know if you felt the earthquake?”
“When was it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, okay then, I’ll let you go back to sleep.”
I drag myself out of bed and turn on the computer. There was a 3.0 magnitude earthquake in Marina del Rey around 3am this morning. Can you even feel a 3.0 magnitude? Apparently so, because my friend and former coworker, Kelly, is complaining on Facebook about all the stupid phone calls she got at work. Better you than me, my friend!
8:30 am: Notice a new voice mail message from Jess. She and John left for their fishing trip today. She just called to say good-bye and she loves me, and she can’t say more because she’ll start crying. Oh brother.
8:35 am: Perform my morning house-sitting duties. I unblock and unlock the cat door, then check Sahara’s water. The food is gone. You’ll recall that she didn’t show up when I fed her last night, nor did she come in for the night…where the hell did her food go?! Maybe a window upstairs is open where she can sneak in.
9:00 am: Can’t decide if I want to walk down to the Reyn this morning or not. I’m hungry now, so I heat up half of a veggie burger leftover from last night. I read through my email, check Facebook, and catch up on blogs that I follow. I notice my toes are frozen, which is strange because my feet are never cold. I don’t even remember the last time I wore socks, but I happen to have a pair so I pull them on. I can’t walk across the kitchen floor in them.
9:10 am: Shelly calls on the house phone again. They’re at a Nissan dealership in Reno, NV, because their fuel pump died. It’s difficult to get to: their whole back seat has been removed and all of their luggage and assorted trunk crap are piled next to the car. They have at least two hours to kill until the car is ready. This isn’t the first time they’ve had to take their car in for work on vacation. It might not even be the second.
I tell Mom about the cat food. She asks Rob if there’s a window open upstairs. Yes, he says, but there’s a screen on it. I check it myself. The screen’s intact. What manner of rabid critter came in and ate the cat’s food? And how? Am I lucky to be alive? It’s too much for my brain to comprehend right now.
9:30 am: The veggie burger was insufficient. I need to go to the Reyn. Since it’s so close I really should walk. I even have new sneakers. And socks!
I can’t convincing myself to walk. I’m can’t even convince myself to go, really. I should take a shower. I can’t convince myself to take a shower. WTH is going on with me this morning? It’s too cold for a shower. There’s a heater in the bathroom. I need my laptop. I need water. Walking back-and-forth through the house has me warmed up. I finally take a shower.
10:30 am: Can’t seem to organize my thoughts. Should I go to the Reyn or not? Should I walk or not? Of course I should walk, duh. Should I wear a dress today? A dress would be nice, but then oh then I can’t…I can’t…shoes. I can’t wear sneakers. If I wear a dress. Jeans. I can wear sneakers with jeans and walk. Yes, I should walk. Why do I feel so dopey? Do I even
11:00 am: want to go to the Reyn? Yeahhhh theyhavewi-fi. Laptop! I should charge it. Lay down a sec. Gotta finish getting dressedooh I forgot to send someone my blog address walkin’ ‘cross the housez me winded…
Wait a minute…why am I winded? Iron! Good grief, I’ve let myself get anemic again. No wonder I’m having issues.
11:30 am: Drive to the Reyn for a proper breakfast. Vitamins and supplements come with me. The eggs today remind me of my grandmother’s. Even my coffee cup looks like something out of her house.
12:00 pm: Publish “Noncation, Day 1.” Compose “Noncation, Day 2.” I wonder if I should be drinking coffee, seeing as it might block my iron absorption. Psh! I’m at a coffee shop; how can I not have coffee?
Something o’clock pm: Still feeling funky, though not as bad as this morning. I can form complete thoughts in the present, but the past looks like this:
I remind myself to keep taking iron until my body says stop, which it will eventually, but has not yet. At some point Jess texts me that John is already being an ass. By the time I respond he’s treating her like a princess. Gotta love young adults. She leaves one more voice mail just before they set sail. Joe and I have dinner at Daphne’s (Greek-ish, healthy-ish). I catch the tail end of my favorite show, So You Think You Can Dance. I feed the cat. She looks startled. Joe leaves. House-sitting duties happen. I crash into bed.