I haven’t been too productive this week. All of the residents of Casa Flor are in various stages of fighting off or recuperating from colds; I believe I am the most successful of them, which I credit to the massive quantities of sleep I’ve been getting. On Monday I got home from work at 5, slept until 8, woke up Mr. Brooks for a dinner run*, and was back in bed by 9.
* Here’s how classy we roll when we’re not feeling up to par: We left the house wearing our sleep clothes, and halfway there decided to eat inside the restaurant anyway. “Eh, it’s not like I’m going to meet Mr. Right at a Wendy’s on a Monday night,” I said. “At least not this Wendy’s.” And the day before, rather than mow through a box of tissues, I just used a flour-sack dishtowel as an ersatz handkerchief.
When I couldn’t sleep, I either caught up on my magazine backlog — hello, Psychology Today and Out that I bought on New Year’s in Denver! DNA and new Harper’s Bazaar, I’ll get to you soon enough, I swear — or continued my love affair with the Kindle I got last month. The latest title I purchased is At Home: A Short History of Private Life, which dissects in interesting detail the history of items found in modern houses, from forks (why four tines?) to phones to fuse boxes. I put myself on forced hiatus — not from the book itself, but from turning the Kindle back on, because the randomly generated screen saver is a portrait of Agatha Christie, and I loved reading her books when I was in junior high. Those illustrations are amazing renderings. I’m fascinated by them.
I didn’t even log onto Facebook for days on end, partly because I was too lazy and partly because I felt bad that I had fallen behind on online Scrabble. Tyra Sanchez got me the book “How to Play Scrabble Like a Champion” as a Christmas gift, and instead of being empowering in any way, it had the opposite effect of leaving me paralyzed when trying to put down a word. Was that the absolute best use of the tiles? Sure, that H was on a triple-letter score, but shouldn’t I be saving it for a time when I could use it on a triple-letter going both ways? The days of playing words just for the sake of being able to say, “Look, I played horny!” and then laughing like a third-grader were becoming just hazy memories. It made the game no fun. So I’ve decided that I am not going to try to Play Scrabble Like a Champion; instead, I am going to continue to Play Scrabble Like I Want To.
And now, off to bed. I’m ruining my average with this almost-midnight shift.
|WHAT SAM WORE: 1-20-11
|The sweater: Lightweight merino wool V-neck from Uniqlo, New York.
I still haven’t put it away from more than a week ago …
|The shirt: … I just rotate the shirts underneath it.
Cotton gingham shirt from the J. Crew outlet in Anthem.
|The pants: Jeans by 7 for All Mankind, from Nordstrom in Chandler.|
|The shoes: Onitsuka Tigers sneakers,
also from Nordstrom in Chandler (different trip).