I really need to start thinking about the start of the week when I write these up. Things actually happened last week on Monday (Chad's parents and the dog came up to help with house things) and Tuesday (long transatlantic phone call), but I'd never know it from the post.
Of course, now that I've said that, I can't remember anything in particular that happened this Tuesday, besides the usual slow process of getting back to work after a long weekend.
Wednesday night, Chad had his three advisees over for dinner. They came over at six, like his class the week before; unlike his class, I had to kick them out at 9:15 when subtle hints weren't working. ("There are two cookies left. Do rock-paper-scissors for them and eat them in the car; I'm tired and I have to be in court tomorrow morning.") They're good kids and very comfortable with Chad—obviously—so no offense was meant or taken. And the cookies were a big hit.
Thursday I was supposed to have a Mental Hygiene hearing, but after wasting most of the morning waiting in court, we determined that it needed to be rescheduled for Friday because of conflicts.
Friday morning we had the hearing. We lost. I didn't do as much as I could have; a patient was released into the community over the psychiatrist's objections. No connector but a semi-colon, because causation is never clear; all I can do now is hope it doesn't all go smash. That's all I want to say about it, and I'm trying not to dwell on it, so no condolences in the comments, please.
Friday night was much better thanks to the John Hiatt concert, which I wrote up in the last entry.
Yesterday I slept very late and then went to a car dealership to look again at a Toyota Prius. I need to check a couple more sources of information, but absent terrible news from those, I'm going to get one. I'm really excited: I've never had a car before, and I've wanted a hybrid since they came out. Last night we went to a party thrown by one of the faculty at Union, which was fun, even though we didn't manage to leave before I turned into a pumpkin.
Slept late again today, did laundry, cleaned the bathroom, downloaded John Hiatt live MP3s (the one of "Perfectly Good Guitar" does have the whistling). Chad went shopping with his parents' old minivan (on loan) and brought back a file cabinet and a chaise lounge for outdoors. Now I can organize the old bills that have been piling up in my office, and then go lie outside in the sun when I'm done—surely the sun will be out by then?
And now I'm going to go shower and get dressed, because we're going out for a fancy dinner to celebrate our one-year anniversary. (No, the file cabinet was not an anniversary gift, or the lounge, though both did make me happy.) Happy anniversary to us . . .