Me, upon answering the phone: I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!
Dad (mine), via text: 'Bout time.
Alison Bilz (maid of honor and sister of the bride), via phone to Jules: [on bridesmaids' dresses] No pastels or brown or green, and thank God Hannah already nixed yellow.
Val, via G-chat: oh yay, i'm glad i'm not the only one going through the hell of making these color choices!
Me and Ashley, via phone: [hysterical giggling]
Ash: Our little Jules is growing up!
Dad, later via phone: Tell them I'm available to perform the wedding.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Science of Sleep
All week, I've been waking up 30 to 45 minutes before my alarm. This is quite unusual, as I normally hit the snooze button several times before hauling myself out of bed and into the shower.
I'm trying to pinpoint the cause of this newfound early-bird-ness. I've been under incredible pressure at work over the last few weeks, so I frequently find myself gripped with panic about the program that didn't get delivered (it did) or the proof I forgot to approve (I didn't). I fall asleep--eventually--with my mind racing through the things that need to get done the next day, and I pick up right where I left off the instant my eyes open the next morning. I have had a perpetual knot in my stomach all week because of the stress. Seems like a good enough reason to wake up early, yes?
Or! Is it possible that I am, in fact, actually sleeping better these days? During the summer, I sleep with my windows open and, though I'm able to ignore the street noise, I wonder if I'm actually getting a deeper, more restful sleep now that the temperature has dropped, my windows are closed, and it's quieter?
I've spent most of the day contemplating this.
The good thing about this, though, is that I have had time to spend the day contemplating it. Work has chilled out a little (until Monday, at least), and I have a little time to breathe. So, naturally, I am blogging.
I'm trying to pinpoint the cause of this newfound early-bird-ness. I've been under incredible pressure at work over the last few weeks, so I frequently find myself gripped with panic about the program that didn't get delivered (it did) or the proof I forgot to approve (I didn't). I fall asleep--eventually--with my mind racing through the things that need to get done the next day, and I pick up right where I left off the instant my eyes open the next morning. I have had a perpetual knot in my stomach all week because of the stress. Seems like a good enough reason to wake up early, yes?
Or! Is it possible that I am, in fact, actually sleeping better these days? During the summer, I sleep with my windows open and, though I'm able to ignore the street noise, I wonder if I'm actually getting a deeper, more restful sleep now that the temperature has dropped, my windows are closed, and it's quieter?
I've spent most of the day contemplating this.
The good thing about this, though, is that I have had time to spend the day contemplating it. Work has chilled out a little (until Monday, at least), and I have a little time to breathe. So, naturally, I am blogging.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
So much culture!
On Saturday I saw (heard?) the New York Philharmonic. Tonight I will be attending closing night of The Pearl Fishers at the Kennedy Center (for free! and probably in awesome seats!) and then I will be dashing home to hopefully catch the last half hour of the debate. Good thing it's a (relatively) short opera.
Or I might just leave after "Au fond du temple saint." But that would probably be rude.
Or I might just leave after "Au fond du temple saint." But that would probably be rude.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Heard... (work edition)
...as I obsess over many teeny details in a project for our company president
Him: Hannah, it's not the Magna Carta.
Him: Hannah, it's not the Magna Carta.
The pound is silent?
Work has been nutso recently, and I've been staying sane by watching many hours of season 1 of The West Wing over the last few days. Some day I will produce a real post again, but for now I leave you with this little gem from the episode "He Shall, From Time to Time."
The president is rehearsing for the State of the Union address
President Bartlet: 'I came to this hallowed chamber one year ago' -- and I see that we're spelling hallowed with a pound sign in the middle of it.
Sam: We'll fix that.
President Bartlet: The pound is silent?
The president is rehearsing for the State of the Union address
President Bartlet: 'I came to this hallowed chamber one year ago' -- and I see that we're spelling hallowed with a pound sign in the middle of it.
Sam: We'll fix that.
President Bartlet: The pound is silent?
Thursday, October 2, 2008
"I got you some spackle"
I'm not the only one who is psyched about the new 10th Anniversary DVD box set of Sports Night, aka The Show That Made Me Love Peter Krause (and No, It Wasn't Six Feet Under).
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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