I had plans of a nice leisurely (and lonely) dinner tonight but I decided to get a head start on my weekend project instead. Yesterday I was discussing the lath and plaster walls in the kitchen with Jay the Contractor and he was trying to see if the plaster was sturdy and he accidentally stuck his finger through the wall. Obviously, this shouldn’t have happened and so it was time to remove the lath and plaster and put up sheetrock. Anyway, it was time to tear down all the crap to start over. I thought I’d better not spend the time on a leisurely dinner and should get to work.

So, I decided to go to McDonald’s and have a Big Mac or two. There used to be a deal where one BIg Mac was $3.59 and two were $4, but that deal wasn’t valid any longer. I had a Big Mac, fries, and drink and it was as good as I remembered. Unfortunately, Big Macs also give me stomachaches.

So I have most of the walls torn down but now I have to get the crap out of the house. My sister asked why I started Friday night and besides having nothing better to do, I have to clear this crap out of the kitchen dining nook I can get to the washing machine and start doing laundry. I have an exciting weekend planned and it involves folding clean laundry.

Woo, it’s tomorrow already. I better get some sleep.

I just sent my last work email of the day, which is more like the first of today. I was busy trying to figure something out, which I finally did. I am a big moron.

I’m still busy and to op it off, I had a tummy ache today. The kind where I’m either feeling fine or doubled over wondering when it’ll be over. It usually goes away after a few hours but today it kept coming back. I didn’t go to the gym and felt odd about it because I was either feeling sheepish about sitting in front of my computer, or holding my stomach remembering just why I didn’t go. I probably need more days off anyway. I’m old and tired.

I also have to work from home tomorrow, which I’m allowed to do, because I’m getting a delivery tomorrow. It’s the company’s fault. Recurring prescriptions from our health plans have to be from an online pharmacy, and you have to get things delivered to your house. So I have to be around to pick up my prescriptions. It was so much easier when i was allowed to go to the Fred Meyer Pharmacy.

And I’m up way later than I should be. Just like always.

Work is still busy. Busy busy busy.

I took my broken Honda in for another recall today and they took a lot longer than I expected. I dropped off the car before work and picked it up on my way home. And when I finally got going, I noticed the radio wasn’t working because it needed a security code. So the ride home was silent. Even better, there was an accident on the freeway that funneled traffic down to one lane so the silent drive also was excruciatingly long.

Of course I’ve lost all the paperwork from when I bought the car and I don’t know where in the hell the radio security code is. I finally found a page on the Honda web site where you enter a VIN, a radio serial number, the original owner’s (my) phone number, the original owner’s zip code, and it spit out the security code.

I also found a new scratch on the rear bumper, and I’m pretty sure it’s new. Like the dealer put it there new. But they also washed the car, so I’m not sure if it was hidden by the layer of winter grime I had built up.

So, basically, I’d rate the whole experience as negative. Nice way to end the day.

Not really sure why, but today just felt like a Monday to me. It’s just as well, because it was Monday. I just got through tearing down about a quarter of an exterior wall. The current lead laws make it ridiculously difficult for a contractor to do work on walls painted with lead-based paint, which is most paint before 1977. I’m not all that worried about it myself because we don’t have any kids in the house and I’m not likely to start chewing on paint chips. In any case, I most likely read the wrong part of the applicable laws and did the wrong thing, but the wall is no longer there and neither is the blown-in insulation which is much more annoying to me.

There was something else I was thinking about but I’m probably much too tired from this Monday business to remember what it was about. No, I don’t think it’s the effect of the lead paint in the house.

I was busy trying to remember what I was forgetting to do today, avoiding things I ought to be doing. It was a beautiful spring day and the park was so full I wondered if there was some sort of festival going on. I was in the attic making a mess when I remembered it was the day for Mrs. Lachman’s memorial service. Well, it was a wake and she wanted us to remember her happily and we tried that. I met lots of her family who looked more familiar than I’d expect, but it’s Portland and I’m sure I’ve met them in the past.

On my way home I realized it’s May already and I missed a friend’s open house. I guess I was double booked. Most of the time I’m just avoiding the realization that I have nothing to do.