Every day, I sit at my desk at my temp job, thinking, hey, I don't have to do this for much longer. And then I think about a few other things, namely:
How much I adore the Val Jean quartet from the 25th anniversary concert. I mean, I listen to it about 5+ times a day. Never gets old somehow. I grew up listening to the Colm Wilkinson version, but to hear all these amazing singers together? Heaven.
How in the world am I going to handle my commute to my new job? It's a little far for easy access - over an hour by public transport and well over an hour driving due to traffic. Luckily, I don't start til nine, so that's not the end of the world, but either way, I'm not looking forward to that.
What an awesome website The Selby is. I know I already posted another apartment from here on facebook, but I may adore this one even more: http://theselby.com/2_14_11_OttoSander/
How did I eat that roast chicken so quickly last night? I mean, yeah, I was starving, but still, I think I broke some world records. Not that I'm complaining. I feel like a champ and it was delicious.
What the heck are canapes? Every time I read a '50s espionage novel (yeah, I read a lot of those), they pop up like daisies. Apparently they were a necessary part of the milieu at posh cocktail parties - like dry martinis and your favorite fish appetizer (myself, I prefer a good shrimp cocktail to smoked salmon). I've identified several verbs used in connection with them - they can be both "spread around" and "passed around". So are they a food? Napkins? Some sort of flashy party favor? You see, I've yet to find anyone actually using or eating one - they just seem to be shared about the party and then they disappear from the narrative. Now, drum roll please, I'm about to look them up:
"A canapé (Spanish/French for couch and known in Italy as tartina) is a small, prepared and usually decorative food, held in the fingers and often eaten in one bite" (Thanks, Google).
So they're not an actual thing then, simply a category. Ah, that makes so many confusing cold war cocktail parties suddenly so much clearer. My world has at last been righted, and while I feel slightly idiotic for not having figured it out without Google's almighty power, I suppose that's just one of those gaps in obvious knowledge that everyone (I hope) has.
One more thing - it blows my mind what a difference 7 hours of sleep makes compared to 5. I have got to start doing that every night.
Well, that's it I guess. Told you this would be wordy and rather un-inspiring . . . :)