I woke up early on Saturday and took Ned out to run-n-play while I hosed down his defecation area, then had to chase him when he bolted into our neighbor's yard. Far from minding, Marti took the opportunity to show me her hysterectomy scar and introduce me to her mother. Ned managed to transfer dog poop from Marti's backyard to her foot via his paw.
It was gross and I thought you should know.
Feeling accomplished and naturally pretty despite my feces-filled morning, I didn't spend much time primping for Richard's company party. Other than our raffle wins (him: a crappy mp3 player; me: $25 to Starbucks and a plastic container filled with 520 pieces of candy corn - I guessed 512) and our hand-holding stroll through the park, it was uneventful.
We were supposed to game later that evening, but miscommunications led to tantrums and our plans fell through. Rob, Ben, Richard and I had dinner and played Castle Crashers instead.
The miscommunications and tantrums led into Sunday, which was shot by the time we figured out that nothing would get resolved. We missed out on plans with Sarah, but did get the chance to go to Vivace with Ben later in the evening.
As far as priorities go, I don't feel terrible about the weekend. Ned got some attention, the necessary housework got done (and nothing further), and I spent time with two quality people outside of our usual gaming sessions. I would rather have kept plans with Sarah and focused on Buddhism a bit more (or at least worked out) but I'm not kicking myself for letting Calvin-gate get in the way. Richard is really torn up about it, and if there's one thing that's important to me, it's supporting Richard the best I can.
I have a doctor's appointment tonight, so my workout is going to be the walk to and from her office. My goal is to spend the majority of that walk focusing on my mind, and not on my mp3 player or a book.
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