Puzzling Days

"Let's make dinner!" The Contractor enthused.

So I bought bison patties (yum), buns, some chips and salsa.

He came over, cooked, and gave me $20 for the food.

I'm not sure how that all worked out. I was too busy enjoying the wine to really notice.

(I will allude to rushing around nervously before he arrived, trying to clean the place up [it was already clean, but I've been bragging about how clean it was to him so it REALLY needed to be clean], showering in pitch blackness, applying tinted moisturizer and throwing on mascara, taking out garbage, sweeping frantically - I had a frenzied half-hour, I really did).

Um...yes. So, we hung out. This is the first extended hangout we've had in a couple months. He helped me move (during which time I was tense as all hell) and then we had that brief stopover so...this was the first time. Yes.

"Look how clean!" he enthused. I am fairly certain he did this for my benefit as I've been talking up a storm about my cleanliness (my last apartment was...not). But I still appreciated it.

It was successful. We spoke of many things. Had a most enjoyable viewing of South Park. We did not discuss Harold the Dancing Elephant, because...well, I guess you could say I wasn't ballsy and didn't bring it up, but the moment never really happened. The opportune moment. And I didn't force it.

"Maybe I'm over it," I said to Lindz.

"You are so not over it," she said.

She's probably right. But...just hanging out, enjoying ourselves, was...enough, for right now. We had a good time. Perhaps we shall do it again.

He also fixed my bathroom light fixture, which blew out as I was showering (awesome), and as it is 1950s vintage, I couldn't figure out how to properly align stuff, so he handled that. I also narrowly escaped a spider attack.

(You know - when a spider's thread attaches to your slipper, and you're trying to dislodge it and the thing flies all over and almost goes up your skirt...yes, like that.)

My department got moved into "high-density seating," which takes cube farm to a whole new level, but I guess it beats them ordering us into LA.

My face looks...better. Not sure if this is the meds finally kicking in, the fish oil, or a combination of everything else. The inflammation in general went down this week. My fine little apartment made an excellent showing of itself. I am most pleased by it.

And now, off to write before bedtime.