Tuesday, November 12, 2019
I just woke up from nine and a half hours of deep, uninterrupted, glorious sleep. Hallelujah! I wasn't jet-lagged because my trip was so short, but I was definitely suffering sleep deprivation. I feel a million times better.
My flight back from Washington was super short -- about five and a half hours. Even the pilots commented on how quickly we flew. They didn't say why, but I'm assuming we had some serious tailwinds helping us along. At one point I looked at the ground speed gauge on the movable map (I love those things) and we were approaching the Irish coast at 680 miles per hour! Which seems fast, even for a commercial jet.
Here, I plunged right back into real life. Dave revealed that our TV has been out ever since the tree trimmers visited, which must mean that they loosened a cable connection somewhere in the alley at the side of the house. (Probably when they were dragging branches through there.) I'll go out later and see if I can figure that out.
Also, I had an appointment yesterday with British Gas to come and do our annual gas inspection. Of course they wouldn't tell me when the guy was going to show up -- they said only sometime between 8 a.m. and 1 p.m. So I told my boss I'd be in as soon as I could -- and wouldn't you know, the gas guy didn't appear until 12:30. So my boss was annoyed, and I've had to take another personal day at work to account for missing the entire morning, as well as Thursday morning for the tree trimming.
I get it. I have been out a lot the past few days. But it's just one of those things -- I honestly don't see how I could have managed any of this differently.
While I was cooling my heels at home, I finished off some seafood pasta that Dave made about a week ago. It tasted fine, but I was a little concerned about the fact that it had been hanging around in the fridge for the past week. I'm paranoid about shellfish anyway -- my mom ate a bad shrimp once when I was a kid and I've never forgotten how sick she was. In this case, though, the crab had been canned so I figured it was pretty safe, and we'd already eaten all the shrimp. Ultimately I suffered no ill effects!
Speaking of seafood, here's my current favorite wine label -- I believe "pulpito" is Spanish for little octopus. I have no idea whether octopi hold tentacles in real life, but I love the art, and the wine's not bad either.
(Top photo: Flamingoes at the Portobello Road market in Notting Hill, about a week ago.)