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I'm going to have to try and keep it short today . . . I've had very little time to work on a draft of today's Daily Lunch Update (DLU). Too much other shit going on at work, on top of the main task at hand that I'm trying to get done at least a day earlier than usual due to other shit I need to get done before my Birth Week vacation next week.
It's a real pain in the ass, having to attend to my actual job! On top of that I had to sit in a cumulative 90 minutes of meetings, maybe 45 minutes of which was cumulatively actually productive.
That said, speaking of my Birth Week: it's all scheduled now, including people and dates for every one of the 10 days between this coming Friday and the Sunday of the following weekend. Thursday evening May 2 and all of Saturday May 4 are reserved for Gabriel and Lea's wedding, which I am not regardinf as part of my "Birth Week." Since he took us all to an island, I am regarding the Groomsmen's trip to Lopez Island April 5-7 to be Gabriel's substitute "Birth Week Activity." He's thrilled.
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As for yesterday, I left work at 1:30, rode my bike home. Did some cleaning of the cat food on the carpet by the dish where they eat their wet food, as lately they seem to have taken to splattering wet food all over the fucking place. After that I headed straight out to the airport. I got slightly worried when Shobhit texted me his plane from San Francisco had touched down and I was only just about to turn onto the freeway in downtown Seattle.
I needn't have worried. At Shobhit's request, I actually parked in the parking lot so I could come inside and help him pull the two suitcases out to the car, rather than him having to take them out by himself at Arrivals pickup. I had never done this before, so I got a little lost: I parked on level 6 when it would have made more sense to park on level 4 where the skybridges to the terminal are; I then took the elevator down to the ground floor without realizing I only needed to go down from 6 to 4. You walk across on 4 then take escalators down to the baggage claim level.
Shobhit was already at carousel 11 when I got to it, but the luggage had not yet started coming out. Shobhit introduced me to a lady he had apparently been chatting with on flights all the way from Tokyo, where she and her husband had just spent ten days. It wasn't long before the luggage started, though, and we had the two suitcases—including one that was like a hybrid suitcase/duffel bag that his mom let him take, allowing him to trash one of the suitcases he took there, which was falling apart—several minutes after that. When I left the parking garage Shobhit gave me his credit card to pay for it so I didn't have to worry about that hit on my budget after all.
We got home, I made chai at his request, and I helped him unpack so I could get
the requisite photos of all the stuff he brought back from India, including food packets, spices, snacks, sweets, even shirts and shoes. Beteen those and the shots I took of Shobhit saying hi to the cats when we got in the door, I managed to pad out the "Shobhit's Trip to India 2024" photo album
to 16 shots.
I made lasagna from Costco for dinner. I knew he would zonk out early—he had been traveling for two days and slept very little of it—and he was asleep before the lasagna was done baking. He woke up a while later and had some, and was asleep again later. He's been up and asleep at odd intervals since; he was in the living room watching TV when I woke up this morning. And then when I left for work he was asleep on the couch again. He'll get back into the rhythm again soon enough.
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[posted 12:29 pm]
