It was actually a nice evening here.
After a very long day at work doing things that are too mundane to repeat here, I schlepped myself home on the train and immediately went to work on my house chores, cooking dinner, taking a walk with Marc and Hines, chores, BAH.
I have never had feet as sore as I have since being pregnant. Why does pregnancy hurt your feet? I don't understand that.
I walked way too fast for a six-month preggo to walk from First and Constitution to Union Station tonight just to catch the early train home and get Hines from daycare. I made it. My feet did not. I left them on Louisiana Avenue for one of the transients to hang off their grocery cart. Really. If you spot them, please give them a rub, they are sore.
I got to the train station with ten minutes to spare to get to a train on the goddamn far fucking north end so I stopped at ABP to grab a cookie. They had a very yummy looking shortbread cookie with icing on it and I will only be able to eat everything in sight for a few more months so I must take advantage while I can. I got in line, behind one person. The cashier didn't know how to ring up a goddamned egg sandwich on a bagel, possibly because this was at 5:00pm and that is a morning sandwich and she has never ever worked the morning shift and she is quite stupid. She finally asked for help from another staff member who too, was baffled by how to charge someone for this obvious breakfast sandwich in the late afternoon. When they were finally able to charge $4.99, which, as we all know in this country comes to something like $5.29, the customer, who in his minor defense was foreign, began to argue that it said $4.99 on the board, and $5.29 doesn't make sense and he had exactly $4.99 in cash-in-hand money and ohmyfuckinggod I dropped my cookie on the counter and started off for my train because I had wasted at least three minutes of my life standing slack-jawed watching this transgression. And, the train! Far north end goddammit!
So I did not get my cookie.
I picked up Hines.
Marc came home to find me in the shower and Hines eating cat food.
I made dinner; baked potato and salad.
I did some many thank-you notes and watched Fat March and maybe cried a little at the end when Will was voted off because they should have given him one more chance but really, he needs to deal with the issues in his head that keep him from believing in himself and that isn't going to happen on a reality weight loss show.
But really, it was a nice night. Almost seamless.
Complete.
With lots of baby kicks.
Way up high in my rib cage. Oh! And painful stretching skin!








