coffee chat

Coffee chat

If you're like me, and I'm sure many of you are, you spend a fair

amount of your coffee time perusing blogs. Me, I (I can't help doing

that repeating subject thing, it's the Quebecois phrasing rubbing off

on me) both write the blog with coffee, and then immediately check

updated blogs until I've got to get on with my day. It's become a

solid routine that I have become [DEL: addicted :DEL] accustomed to.

It feels all cozy, this routine, like Lucy and Ethel sharing coffee in

the morning. What is there to chat about, scheme about, gossip about?

Let's see. Serge took the day off yesterday which was a lovely thing.

I feel far less guilty about blobbing around the house when he's home

doing it too. I spent hours and hours working on my itunes, ripping

more compact discs and making playlists. I had knitted four more rows

on the socks when Em called to chat, fascinating conversation, little

of which I'm allowed to reveal. Twas juicy, it was. She did help me

identify a terrible trait I've had lately called "negative

forecasting". I was telling her that I was pretty sure I'm crazy

because I found myself visualizing standing in front of the rental

board trying to evict the new tenants for non-payment of rent while

they pleaded for more time with their infant. Somehow, my brain had

taken me down some "what if" road to the point where I was visualizing

that. The tenants don't even move in until March, and here I am

disastrificating it. Anyway, now I have a label for it and I'll be on

the lookout for it. Em said to treat that voice like a cranky old

relative, an aunt with Alzheimer's for example, and shush it with

love. I'm going to try that too.

I'd love to chat more but there is an urgent need to evacuate a

certain portion of my body. (See how delicate I can be?) Have a lovely