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...being sick on weekends only, which is a royal pain in the butt, pardon my French.
I played tennis on Saturday, and was feeling totally chipper when I got home, took a hot shower, got a delivery from the internet-order supermarket, had a spot of lunch and then siesta. Woke up from siesta with sore throat, achy head and running nose. Same yesterday morning, so I cancelled tennis (grrrr) and stayed home the whole day -- I guess I slept more than five hours on the couch, much to the evident satisfaction of The Critters. Woke up from the second round of sleep feeling better but a bit warm (37,4 as it turned out), had dinner, threw it all up in a spectacular bout of projectile vomiting -- yes, TMI, I know -- drank lots of juice mixed with water and started feelig markedly better.
Due to lots of sleep during the day, I only went to bed at 11.30 p.m., slept 5,5 hours and am almost feeling like new today.
Only almost, which means I'm not going to the airport to pick up the secretary of state, and neither to the lunch and sightseeing, but will be present only at the three meetings scheduled for the afternoon. There's no way I'm going to expose myself to cold, fog and rain.
No sports today, either, but gym tomorrow, and on Wednesday it'll be back to tennis.
In other news, sometimes my much-beloved brother does the most hair-raising things. And by hair-raising I don't mean that, within only four weeks, he managed to: break up with his partner of ten years; break up with the girlfriend-on-the-side; get back together with girlfriend-on-the side; get back together with partner; break up with girlfriend-on-the-side; regret decision of getting back with partner.
Impressive, isn't it?
What I mean by hair-raising, though, is the fact that he asked partner-with-whom-he's-back-together-but-already-regretting-it whether she wouldn't like to come to dinner on November 19 with Janine, myself and two friends. Not totally out ofthe blue, mind you, because I'd booked the flight to Vienna and asked him whether *he* would like to have dinner with the four of us when he was still, to all intents and purposes, single.
Why he thought that asking partner-with-whom-he's-back-together-but-already-regretting-it whether she'd like to come as well would be a good idea, I can't even begin to fathom. I told him that I was sorry, but there was no way I'd spoil a perfectly lovely evening by constantly avoiding The Topic -- neither brother nor partner know Janine's and my friends, BTW, which makes it even more awkward -- and that he'd have to uninvite her, and of course it would be ok if he didn't come either.
Brother cringed.
Brother whined a bit, whether it wasn't possible for the two of them to come after all.
I said no. No bloody way. I'm not spending € 350 on a ticket and probably the same amount of money on a dinner, which I'm then unable to enjoy.
Brother cringed some more, until I caved in and said, ok, here's my offer: I'll write to her and explain about the whole mess, so she'll be angry with me and not with you. Acceptable?
Brother was suitably grateful, and I wrote the email first thing this morning. So I guess she's not going to talk to me for the next ten years, but I can live with that, me thinks.
ETA after lengthy exchange of emails: I am now officially BAD, 1) because I had the temerity to suggest that one might have to ask before joining us at a dinner I'll be paying for, 2) because my saying no means that I'm opposed to her making a new start with my brother, and 3) because my suggestion that tiptoeing around her and my brother's issues would make for rather awkward conversation is absurd.
Which goes to show that some people ought to be lied to (as my brother suggested and I refused) because being honest and grown-up about grown-up issues makes you a BAD PERSON.
Colour me fed-up.
"Christian and I have belonged together for almost 11 years" -- good heavens, I've been his sister for 47, and I certainly never attacked her for not understanding that I'd like him to come and visit me just once, without her, so we could have a bit of sibling-time.
I played tennis on Saturday, and was feeling totally chipper when I got home, took a hot shower, got a delivery from the internet-order supermarket, had a spot of lunch and then siesta. Woke up from siesta with sore throat, achy head and running nose. Same yesterday morning, so I cancelled tennis (grrrr) and stayed home the whole day -- I guess I slept more than five hours on the couch, much to the evident satisfaction of The Critters. Woke up from the second round of sleep feeling better but a bit warm (37,4 as it turned out), had dinner, threw it all up in a spectacular bout of projectile vomiting -- yes, TMI, I know -- drank lots of juice mixed with water and started feelig markedly better.
Due to lots of sleep during the day, I only went to bed at 11.30 p.m., slept 5,5 hours and am almost feeling like new today.
Only almost, which means I'm not going to the airport to pick up the secretary of state, and neither to the lunch and sightseeing, but will be present only at the three meetings scheduled for the afternoon. There's no way I'm going to expose myself to cold, fog and rain.
No sports today, either, but gym tomorrow, and on Wednesday it'll be back to tennis.
In other news, sometimes my much-beloved brother does the most hair-raising things. And by hair-raising I don't mean that, within only four weeks, he managed to: break up with his partner of ten years; break up with the girlfriend-on-the-side; get back together with girlfriend-on-the side; get back together with partner; break up with girlfriend-on-the-side; regret decision of getting back with partner.
Impressive, isn't it?
What I mean by hair-raising, though, is the fact that he asked partner-with-whom-he's-back-together-but-already-regretting-it whether she wouldn't like to come to dinner on November 19 with Janine, myself and two friends. Not totally out ofthe blue, mind you, because I'd booked the flight to Vienna and asked him whether *he* would like to have dinner with the four of us when he was still, to all intents and purposes, single.
Why he thought that asking partner-with-whom-he's-back-together-but-already-regretting-it whether she'd like to come as well would be a good idea, I can't even begin to fathom. I told him that I was sorry, but there was no way I'd spoil a perfectly lovely evening by constantly avoiding The Topic -- neither brother nor partner know Janine's and my friends, BTW, which makes it even more awkward -- and that he'd have to uninvite her, and of course it would be ok if he didn't come either.
Brother cringed.
Brother whined a bit, whether it wasn't possible for the two of them to come after all.
I said no. No bloody way. I'm not spending € 350 on a ticket and probably the same amount of money on a dinner, which I'm then unable to enjoy.
Brother cringed some more, until I caved in and said, ok, here's my offer: I'll write to her and explain about the whole mess, so she'll be angry with me and not with you. Acceptable?
Brother was suitably grateful, and I wrote the email first thing this morning. So I guess she's not going to talk to me for the next ten years, but I can live with that, me thinks.
ETA after lengthy exchange of emails: I am now officially BAD, 1) because I had the temerity to suggest that one might have to ask before joining us at a dinner I'll be paying for, 2) because my saying no means that I'm opposed to her making a new start with my brother, and 3) because my suggestion that tiptoeing around her and my brother's issues would make for rather awkward conversation is absurd.
Which goes to show that some people ought to be lied to (as my brother suggested and I refused) because being honest and grown-up about grown-up issues makes you a BAD PERSON.
Colour me fed-up.
"Christian and I have belonged together for almost 11 years" -- good heavens, I've been his sister for 47, and I certainly never attacked her for not understanding that I'd like him to come and visit me just once, without her, so we could have a bit of sibling-time.
