1. My new Timbuk2 bag today came! In place of the much-beloved, but ultimately impractical Filson tote, as the Filson tote commits the sins of not having a zip or velcro closure, insufficient internal organization, and not being cross-the-body. Apparently, totes will mess me up almost as much as a shoulder bag.
2. The biggest incompatibility that A. and I have is over food. He wants more ingredients! I want fewer ones! He wants to use the quantity of ingredients, and the specific ingredients called for in the recipe! I want to use the ones that are at hand/do not offend my sense of expense, which means that left to my own devices, I will never buy bell peppers/to use the whole container because otherwise it will go to waste! He figures that even if there is wastage of what you don’t use, at least you will have one tasty dish and stuff you throw away instead of … a mediocre to downright inedible dish. He believes that homemade pizzas should be round and have both sauce and cheese, whereas I find square pizzas easy to make, especially if there is no sauce or cheese!
So we compromise: I buy bell peppers, and let him have his head betimes with Western food or recipes that I did not grow up with. He largely accedes to my fanatical rules about food and brand purity in Chinese food. It works.
3. Hour-long meeting at work today to talk about my future at the firm and marketing and all that stuff. It was, on the one hand, nice to hear that the people in my department like me and like my attitude; it was, on the other hand, pretty terrible to sit there — a two partner deal, and there was this one partner who having a conversation with is a lot like panning for gold. You have to stand in goddamn cold water forever and shovel a lot of crap and put up with a lot to occasionally get a nugget.
Nuggets were in stunning non-abundance today.
4. I am writing this in bed on the iPad with the bluetooth keyboard. Mr. A. is next to me; we have the flannel sheets on the bed and the down comforter. Mr. A’s houserobe is in the bed with us because we have a queen bed, because thanks to years of falling asleep in my narrow dorm room bed with textbooks, I am able to fall asleep on top of almost anything, and because our house is cold in the morning. Having it in the bed makes it warm. Also, he likes throwing it at my sleeping head in the morning, since I get up an hour or so after him.
We had Chinese sticky rice and low but gao made by mother. It was as good as you expect, oh God.