Occasionally

I’d love to say that I have a terribly exciting life. Well, you know, I do, all jet-setting and life-or-death surgery, weeping mothers falling on my neck to thank me for saving their child’s life, nurses mopping my fevered brow and all that. It’s exhausting. No, really. It’s just like that. It’s not an endless drudge at all. I had a study afternoon today, so I made an executive decision and played hooky. Batman and I went for lunch, then bought the poor decrepit man some new jeans. Married life is also exciting. Tonight, I have been mostly ironing. I am also growing some onions, so I wed them and watered the lobelia.

Sunday was exciting, but only if you are a little bit OverThereian. Sarah Harmer was playing in Astro City; I’d bought tickets (forgetting I was on call). For once in my call-life, I was not going anywhere at 8.45pm, so I went to the concert. It was in a shady bar, the location of which I had to look up on the Hindernet. There were thirty people there (I counted). She was amazing. Oh, and then I. Got. To. Meet. Her. I am going to abandon my usual thoughts on overuse of exclamation marks, and say: !!!

In case you missed that: !!!

I also had my photo taken, and she autographed my CD. I am a little starstruck. It was an exciting evening. Much more exciting than work.

I am going back to the ironing. It is nearly bedtime.

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