But, well, I had actually been working on most of that stuff, a bit at a time, while he was gone. And when he asked what kind of "process improvement" stuff I was putting in place, I actually had some things to answer him with that I'd just got going that week, but which I'd been thinking about a bit for a few months (things my team had requested, specifically build NUMBERS and build notes).
Because I was feeling happy after my meeting with him, I took myself for a walk in the freezing cold sunshine, and made it to Oxfam (to look for more Noel Streatfield books), three shoe stores (the red flower cutout tennis shoes at Josef Siebel were especially interesting) and finally Whittard, where the China Keemun was back in stock ... and I finally discovered I'd left my wallet at work. Oops.
When I got back, I had a ravenous appetite, even though I'd eaten before I walked out the door. I wound up downing a mini chocolate roll, a banana, half a pint of strawberries, a square of chocolate, two handfuls of almonds, and some blueberries. Then one of my employees came back with a really sugary soda and then some meeting broke up and there were spare cakes from Pret (plus some sweet popcorn). I was amazed to just want to eat so much food non-stop but given what I ate last week (bananas, yogurt, toast with peanut butter) I figured I could toss down whatever crap was available and not be the least bit bothered.
As a sort of goofball bonus I wound up getting two rare dragon eggs while I was sitting there eating my crap food and that actually just perked me up all sorts of ways. It was really silly but I think being happy about silly stuff is just fine. The evening ended with me going to see the Mikhailovsky Ballet perform a long piece by Nacho Duato done to the music of Bach; the music was just lovely and even though I found the dancing a bit tiresome, it was such a pleasure to watch it from the front row that I couldn't help but enjoy the evening even though I was really worn out (I feel like I haven't slept right for, oh, two weeks) and during a long part that was not very absorbing I made up a little comic book about my roommates zombies vs plants game as crossed with my silly dragon game and that amused me.
Tomorrow is 1) me going to visit Sophie, who broke her arm, and help her do some housework and then 2) off to Mr Jason's for his housewarming dinner party. I've actually decided that I'm not going to bother taking the new medication the doctor prescribed me on a trial run at all this weekend; I don't want to wimp out on Sophie because I feel poorly, I want to be able to drink at the party tomorrow night, and I don't want to be too zoned out to enjoy the ballet that J and I are going to see Sunday afternoon. I've really had enough with using my body as a chemical war zone and since I'm doing the "tapering off the Xanax" thing starting tonight, my guess is that's more than enough confusion for the brain juice to manage and we'll just leave it at that. I'm feeling like 90% myself (only the stupid new post-urticaria self whose emotions come through a firehose whenever they get turned on - tears at the ballet tonight again, but that's not a bad thing really) and my stress level has seriously gone down so much in the last seven days thanks to all of the centering time with Jason (and the genuine efforts we have both put into things that will make a healthy mental lifestyle for both of us, but especially for me since I'm the one that needs to KILL the stress) that I don't want to do anything to stir up any kind of trouble with my stupid brain. And, really, I do have a nice weekend planned. I am looking forward to it. But for now: bed!