It wasn't all boring meetingstuff, however! I had something wonderful happen this morning that set the tone for the rest of my day and helped me stay above all the potential frustrations of my workday. I checked my mailbox this morning and was incredibly pleased to discover that I had received a multitude of e-mails, each one making me a little happier than the last. After I read them all I just stood outside the office for a few minutes, standing right on the steps so that I could let the rays of the morning sun fall on me. I basked in the warmth of the light as well as the pleasure in knowing that I had done something good for somebody so special to me.
It really gladdens my heart that I was able to bring a smile to the lips of somebody so very important to me. This is why I do the things that I do, in case you haven't figured it out yet: I derive my pleasure from the happiness of others, and nothing pleases me more than surprising and delighting a loved one.
After making my way home through unusually heavy traffic I finally made it back to the apartment sometime around 7pm. I'm amazed at the amount of traffic that was on I-290 around that time in the evening but I guess the pseudo-drama playing itself out in the opposite direction of travel (involving a pair of squad cars and two flatbed wreckers) had something to do with it. Gaper delays are just frustrating -- but fortunately we got past it without coming to a complete stop, and the rest of the drive was relatively painless. I would gladly pay more taxes if it meant erecting barrier walls at least 10 feet tall down the median of multi-lane freeways and toll ways, because it would save those not involved from suffering at the hands of idiots who have to stop and stare across five lanes of traffic at the poor sot who's getting a speeding ticket. I mean, think about it... if the barrier is there they can't see what's going on in the other direction of travel, thus they have no reason to slow down and stare! It all works out, everyone's happy!
After I made a quick dinner for myself (a couple of cheddar bratwurst with pepperoni slices laid over them, and a small helping of diet-safe rice pilaf on the side) I sifted through my Netflix selection and finally made a decision. Tonight's movie choice was the 1993 film Falling Down, starring Michael Douglas. I won't spoil the plot, but I'm enjoying the film (I've only gotten about halfway through it). It's not remarkable, but it is nice to see a film that pits the ordinary man against the world and doesn't try to make it seem noble or important -- it's just one man slowly decaying, coming apart at the seams after a lifetime of abuse at the hands of society. That's a theme I can relate to pretty well. While I was watching the movie Ra was being incredibly cute -- I think the little black ball of fuzz missed me a lot today since I put in almost a 12 hour shift, just like yesterday and the day before. After I finished with dinner he jumped up on the futon, curled up and rolled back a bit so that he was tucked between my chest and my outstretched arm. Cats have an uncanny knack -- probably due to their whiskers -- to estimate space and when all was said and done the fellow was perfectly nestled in. With his cheek resting on my shoulder it was like I was his personal pillow, there to comfort him and pet him. I wish I could have gotten a picture of it since it was very much a "Father-Son Bonding Moment."
Somebody shoot me, I'm becoming even more of a parent!
It's a pity that I didn't get to finish the movie tonight, but the roommates asked if we could put in an episode of "The Family Guy," and I was more than happy to oblige. We watched "I Am Peter, Hear Me Roar," which is an absolute gut-busting laugh riot. The breast feeding scene in particular made me shiver and laugh all at the same time. It was a good way to top off the night's major activities.
Since then I've pretty much retreated to my room, cuddled with Ra, listened to music from my MP3 collection and set up a Gallery for Kestral so that she'd have a place to show off pictures of her brand-spanking-new car! This is me being green with envy, the Expedition that's arriving soon is the closest thing I've had to a new car -- everything else has been bought used, or as a junk title and rebuilt from scratch. Someday I'll save up the horrendous amounts of cash that I'd need to be able to buy a brand-new Saab of my own.
We're not gonna take it