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This year I hadn't heard of any New Year parties and wasn't invited anywhere, and never really got around to making plans, figuring that something would happen, or I could use the time to get my logs caught up. Since David and Caroline got back from their trip down south on Friday, they spent much of the weekend here working on projects. Caroline has alternated between computer tasks for a job application and painting varnish on the table she has been re-finishing, while David and I have made progress on cleaning up in the shop and getting ready to return to finishing the entry area to the office.
However, last night they opted to head back to the apartment around 20:30 because she was hungry for tacos, of which they had leftovers at home, and he was hungry for fish, of which they had leftovers at home, and they were both kinda of interested in heading to the university fireworks display later that evening, which is easier to do by walking a couple of blocks from the apartment than driving from here just on time. I was invited to join them, but I wasn't hungry at all at that hour, don't care for the smell of fish, and don't like going to the uni for Fireworks. I enjoy seeing fireworks from a long distance, but I don't want to be close enough to them to hear the explosions at such close range.
However, I wound up with company nonetheless. Earlier in the day Mattis, one of the guys in our student jester group (though which Ellinor and I do acroyoga, and many of the others do fire staves or juggling, etc.) posted to the group SMS number wondering if anyone was in town and celebrating new years. I replied that my house was always open, and he said he might come by. I didn't hold my breath, as I rather expected someone else would have a better offer. But no one else replied at all, so after he had dinner with his family he he came over here, arriving about 10 minutes after D&C left. So I spent the night chatting and playing games with a cute tall, slender redhead who could pass for 16 to 18 years old, but is actually 21. (Which makes us both 11 as I count years, where one ages to 12 and then starts over at 3 again each new decade), but even though we are the "same age" in one sense of the word, given the actual 30 year age difference I carefully didn't kiss him or do anything that could be considered "creepy", even though one of the topics of conversation (which he brought up) was sex.)
He was here till nearly 04:00, so I slept in till 11:30, and managed to get up and dressed just before David and Caroline arrived for more project progress. So I have checked for messages over breakfast and called the national health line*, and will now go wash my muesli bowl and go see what we can accomplish with the day. He wants to shovel out the back driveway so he can get the car into the garage to do a minor repair on that in a warm setting, so that will probably be today' workout.
*This autumn I have put on a little bit of weight, only 2 kg, but when one is as skinny as I that much is actually noticeable, and most of it has gone to the breasts, which, in response, have become uncomfortable again (they used to always be uncomfortable, back when I was heavier, it has only been since I lost so much weight doing my PhD that they haven't been a constant bother). I have assumed that the discomfort has only been due to being larger, but last night I took a shower after Mattias went home, and happened to actually poke at the breasts, and noticed that there is a fairly solid lump in there, larger on the left, which is the one that bothers me more, and if one gently squeezes it the discomfort is worse. This isn't so different from how it felt back in 2013, when, not long after a mammogram I had had issues with my breast. On that occasion they thought that perhaps the mammogram had triggered some sort of blockage or something. But this time there is no such culprit (nor do I have the red-swollen effect I wrote of then) to blame, other than weight gain. Still, I wish the damn things were gone. I hope I soon rise to the top of the queue to consult about just getting them removed. So when I called the national number, they said that they think it is ok to call the mammography number at the hospital directly in the morning (when it will be open again), and if not I may need to do a preliminary appointment at my local health clinic, which, sadly, has moved from a two minute walk from my office to a twenty minute walk, as they have consolidated a couple of offices this winter.
However, last night they opted to head back to the apartment around 20:30 because she was hungry for tacos, of which they had leftovers at home, and he was hungry for fish, of which they had leftovers at home, and they were both kinda of interested in heading to the university fireworks display later that evening, which is easier to do by walking a couple of blocks from the apartment than driving from here just on time. I was invited to join them, but I wasn't hungry at all at that hour, don't care for the smell of fish, and don't like going to the uni for Fireworks. I enjoy seeing fireworks from a long distance, but I don't want to be close enough to them to hear the explosions at such close range.
However, I wound up with company nonetheless. Earlier in the day Mattis, one of the guys in our student jester group (though which Ellinor and I do acroyoga, and many of the others do fire staves or juggling, etc.) posted to the group SMS number wondering if anyone was in town and celebrating new years. I replied that my house was always open, and he said he might come by. I didn't hold my breath, as I rather expected someone else would have a better offer. But no one else replied at all, so after he had dinner with his family he he came over here, arriving about 10 minutes after D&C left. So I spent the night chatting and playing games with a cute tall, slender redhead who could pass for 16 to 18 years old, but is actually 21. (Which makes us both 11 as I count years, where one ages to 12 and then starts over at 3 again each new decade), but even though we are the "same age" in one sense of the word, given the actual 30 year age difference I carefully didn't kiss him or do anything that could be considered "creepy", even though one of the topics of conversation (which he brought up) was sex.)
He was here till nearly 04:00, so I slept in till 11:30, and managed to get up and dressed just before David and Caroline arrived for more project progress. So I have checked for messages over breakfast and called the national health line*, and will now go wash my muesli bowl and go see what we can accomplish with the day. He wants to shovel out the back driveway so he can get the car into the garage to do a minor repair on that in a warm setting, so that will probably be today' workout.
*This autumn I have put on a little bit of weight, only 2 kg, but when one is as skinny as I that much is actually noticeable, and most of it has gone to the breasts, which, in response, have become uncomfortable again (they used to always be uncomfortable, back when I was heavier, it has only been since I lost so much weight doing my PhD that they haven't been a constant bother). I have assumed that the discomfort has only been due to being larger, but last night I took a shower after Mattias went home, and happened to actually poke at the breasts, and noticed that there is a fairly solid lump in there, larger on the left, which is the one that bothers me more, and if one gently squeezes it the discomfort is worse. This isn't so different from how it felt back in 2013, when, not long after a mammogram I had had issues with my breast. On that occasion they thought that perhaps the mammogram had triggered some sort of blockage or something. But this time there is no such culprit (nor do I have the red-swollen effect I wrote of then) to blame, other than weight gain. Still, I wish the damn things were gone. I hope I soon rise to the top of the queue to consult about just getting them removed. So when I called the national number, they said that they think it is ok to call the mammography number at the hospital directly in the morning (when it will be open again), and if not I may need to do a preliminary appointment at my local health clinic, which, sadly, has moved from a two minute walk from my office to a twenty minute walk, as they have consolidated a couple of offices this winter.
