Back to back.

I've agreed to meet Nerdy Girl tomorrow evening for a walk, weather permitting. About an hour after that, she sent another message. Could I help her move a sofa? I responded positively, but I'm having second thoughts. I had some groceries delivered earlier and I struggled to pick up a 24 pack of Pepsi max cans.

I think my back's in a worse state than I realised, but I don't want to let NG down. I am tempted to 'fess up and give her a chance to get someone else to help, but part of me wants to try. 

Sisters

I saw this picture of Daisy Ridley and the person who popped into my head wasn't the person I thought it was going to be. In the past, I've mentioned that E's sister kinda, sorta looks like a cross between Daisy Ridley and Kiera Knightley.

And there were times where DR also gave of E vibes, too. Specifically in The Force Awakens.

So, yeah, it wasn't ES who popped into my head when I saw this picture, but E herself. When I first met E, she had short hair in a style not unlike that pictured below. But it's a weird hybrid in the photo - definitely E vibes from the neck up, ES vibes from the neck down. ES is slim, like Daisy Ridley, and out of the two women, she's probably the one most likely top wear something like that, being an ex-model. E is not as tall as ES, but has more curves.

And, of course, I love women in suits and below is a great example. 

I should reach out to E, it's been months since we last swapped messages.

Hmmm.

I do hope the apathy, that I mentioned in my previous post, fucks off. I have a busy week this week that includes an appointment related to the health thing from Wednesday, a walk with Nerdy Girl, a trip into the office on Wednesday, a couple of house things (mainly asking for quotes for work) and I also have the feeling that there's something I've forgotten.

I didn't go to the opticians. It was a logistics decision instead of an apathy one. On an ordinary day, the bus to the shopping centre passes every 10 minutes. On a Sunday, it's every 30 minutes. So having to work around that alone wasn't worth it for a 10 minute trip into the opticians.

Meh.

For some inexplicable reason, I got hit with a huge wave of apathy yesterday that's still hanging around today. Well, apathy and funk. And I don't know why. Most of the time, when I get into a funk, I can pinpoint what made it happen or the general mood that led to it. Not this time, though.

It's likely a combination of several things, but not one thing is screaming out to me as being the main culprit.

I've managed to get some washing done, I also managed about 45 minutes of garden work, left over from midweek, before the rain started. (Still a couple of hours to do, though, and couldn't do any more as my grass bin is full and won't get emptied until Thursday). And even this small achievement isn't making me feel any better.

I got a text message yesterday from my opticians that my replacement glasses have arrived, and I could (should) go and collect them this afternoon once the shops open but the apathy is still here. I'd have to shower, change into "going out" clothes instead of these "household chores" clothes I'm currently wearing and then catch a bus. And part of me is like "Meh, do it tomorrow".

Woohoo!

I've spoken about them before, but one of my favourite local bands is playing CB Pub at the end of June, according to Facebook. It's a Sunday afternoon, strangely, but that wouldn't stop me from going. I went with M a few years ago, on a Friday night, but he was unavailable last year. I'll maybe fire him a text message this weekend about it.

Typical.

With the family health thing distracting me on Wednesday, I wasn't able to get everything done that I wanted to in the garden. With the weather forecast not looking too great for the next week, I had planned on getting as much done as I could after logging off for the weekend this afternoon.

The weather forecast had predicted rain from tea time, so that gave me a couple of hours to finish off what I wanted before the weather turned.

Except the forecast was wrong. When I logged off at 2:15, the wind had picked up and it had started to rain. FFS.

It looks like the next spell of dry weather could be about 8 or 9 days away. Fingers crossed.

Indulging.

Unfortunately, I was in a position to satisfy my admiration of women in scrubs last night. I mean, it's rare that you get a chance to admire women in scrubs under good circumstances.

And I have to say that there was a lot to admire compared to the last time I "indulged". The doctor that I was specifically dealing with looked really familiar. It took a few hours before it clicked. She reminded me of a woman that I used to work with about ten years ago. Like, really reminded me, to the point where they could have been sisters.

She was super nice, even when dealing with a troublesome patient (not me).  

Interesting.

In an interesting turn of events, there's a slight possibility that the tall drunk woman who came on to me at a work Christmas party ten years ago might be my new boss. Things in work are going to change next month, and that's something that's been mentioned, though nothing is currently set in stone.

She was very drunk, so I assume she doesn't remember. 

Cuddle up

While the Easter weekend is memorable for a lot of reasons - mainly afternoons spent in bars, trying to get around the archaic local licensing laws, probably the most prominent memory is sleeping with FA2 for the first time.

I don't know if that played into my waking memory this morning, but I woke thinking about FA2, about waking beside FA2. But not for sex, just to cuddle and chat. I've undoubtedly posted before about missing that kind of physical contact and how much I am touch starved, but there's something to be said about waking beside someone, cuddling and chatting.

Amaze amaze amaze.

I've always been interested in space. The black stuff in the night sky, not being left alone (though that's not bad either, in moderation). So I was delighted when I found out that Netflix was live broadcasting the current Artemis mission to the moon.

I've been sat here, in front of the PC, with Netflix on. There's not a lot to see visually, but I'm finding this absolutely fascinating. Years ago, I was absolutely jealous of KfW2 who was in Florida when the last ever shuttle mission landed at Kennedy Space Center in Florida, though she never actually went to see the landing.

It's been nearly ten years since FP and I went to Kennedy Space Center when we were in Florida, which will always be one of my all-time favourite memories. Going to KSC was something I had on my bucket list and it's not every day you get to tick something off that, is it?

Dated memories.

Randomly, about an hour ago, Date No. 1 popped into my head. Well, semi-randomly.

There was a post on Reddit that said (I parpahrase): 

"What are your expectations on a second date if the first date was kinda plain?" 

Which reminded me of the date I had with date No. 1.

Date No. 1 was pretty. I was attracted to her. The conversation flowed easily enough, but it was vanilla. But that's me. You want to get to know me, know my sense of humour, my flirty side? It's highly unlikely you're getting that on a first date. I don't know you well enough.

So, yeah, I wanted to see Date No. 1 again, but she refused. Ah well.

Anyway... that's why Date No. 1 popped into my head in the middle of the afternoon.