The alarm on my IPhone went off with its weird tinkly music.
I got up and fed the cat I'm babysitting, an elderly male tabby who slept the whole night pressed against my head.
I did 45 minutes on the exercycle watching local news and BBC news.
Had a delicious long shower.
Took the subway to work.
Made one-minute oatmeal in the microwave as soon as I got to my office.
Made some phone calls, talked to my colleague about articles we're writing.
Went on a long group lunch for someone who's retiring. Whatever possessed me to get fish and chips and chocolate cake???
Had fun at the lunch talking to a co-worker in another department about his experience with a stalker.
Walked back to the office with a bunch of people and took photos of buildings with my IPhone. They didn't come out well. I guess it's too overcast.
Asked the photographer in our office to take pictures of me for the jacket photo for my little chapbook (I just won a manuscript contest).
We went across the street to another building with beautiful several-story-high windows and spiral staircases to have a nicer setting for the photoes.
My gay co-worker went along on the "shoot" and we ended up taking a ton of pictures of him too for his online dating profiles
Went back to my office and all three of us looked at the photos. We marveled at how busty I look in some of them, and/or have "crazy eyes." Also, how great my skin looks. My gay co-worker is certain it is the smoothies.
Bundled up and walked back to the train. Took the subway home. Edited on the train.
Sat in bed uploading the new pictures of me to my computer, and picked out the one I want for my book jacket. Also uploaded photos of the reading I hosted on Sunday and put them on Facebook—all the while watching the season premiere episode of Shameless and House of Lies, neither of which was that great.
Got up to make a smoothie for myself: blueberries, pineapple, a splash of kefir, chia seeds, almonds.
Took a phone call from someone I had an affair with last summer and as usual, the language gap made me irritated (I can't understand her accent, I can't help it—believe me, I have tried!!!!!) and I got off pretty fast, but not without making plans to meet for dinner Friday night. We do okay as friends.
And that's my exciting little day.