spryng | Monday, January 26, 2015 DITL (Reply)

I keep forgetting about DITL days. Coffee's already made by the time I remember.

Already brushed my hair, too.

Temp. It's even higher than the past two days, and idk what it means. It's 13DPO but tests are all still neg. (Translation: we are trying to get pregnant and are currently in that awful interim time where we don't know if it worked or not this cycle.)

Take the chili out of the crockpot to cool.

Transfer broth to the crockpot.

Do some dishes.

Better.

Mix up some butter coffee. I may be an addict.

Journal and write down my happy thing from yesterday.

A wild Lady awakens.

I set my focus app and do some writing. It plants a little tree if you complete the 30min without switching to another program, so it's a good reminder to keep working.

Lookit that cute little tree. Oh, and I got some writing done.

Pack up lunch.

Make & pack up breakfast.

I love my new metal lunch boxes. They make everything look so much fancier.

Feed the ~~sharks~~ cats.

Put on my work clothes.

Select an appropriate scent. Tempest, which smells like flowers and rain, since it's supposed to be cloudy and drizzly today.

Say goodbye to the cats.

Put on our jackets (and switch cameras).

Blurry time check.

Drop off the Lady monster.

Drop myself off.

Shaky elevator pic! The anticipation builds!

...oh wait, I'm just going to my desk. My garland has decided to fall down, so I finally cave and take it down completely.

Clock in, make some tea.

Have breakfast.

Do some work. Write a blogpost.

Take a break. Go for a walk.

So cloudy.

When I get back, I convert to a standing desk for a while. It's very high-tech, sophisticated stuff.

Then it's lunch time!

Escape to the library, where I write and certainly don't at all google early pregnancy symptoms and BFP statistics by DPO.

The clouds bring a little drizzle while I'm at lunch, but it ain't much.

Back to work. Back to sitting down. I try for the hundredth time to suss out a legal description that absolutely defies sense.

Put on my boots for another walking break.

I do a little more work, but mostly mess around with coworkers for the rest of the day because my brain is Done.

Time passes and it's finally time to pack up and get going.

Time check.

I stop and pick Lady up from lab.

Hoooome...is where the orange cones are!

We check the mail first. Nothing good.

Package! What it is!

I would open it, but first I have to finish off the broth.

And take my daily selfie for

pennywhistle. I just henna'ed my hair last night.

...fold the laundry...

...make hot cocoa...

...make a little dinner plate...

...watch a little youtube with Lady...

Oh yeah! The package! It's an ice cream churn that used to be my grandma's. I claimed it when we were out at the funeral a few weeks back because of Memories(TM). The cats have no idea.