This afternoon/early evening was
eastpath's Yule ritual. It was a lovely time and we had a delicious meal afterwards, but it carved a few more hours out of a deadline I'm already behind on.
I finally sat down to work at about 7:30 pm, and had just started to get into work-headspace when there was a loud knock at our back door.
Now, I knew who it was -- a friend of ours who sometimes stops by unannounced on Saturday evenings during his weekly walk. But this was NOT an evening when I had time to socialize, and after the Yule ritual I was (a) peopled out, and (b) had developed a headache. So I made the antisocial decision to ignore the knock.
A pause. Another knock, this one louder and longer.
I did not answer that one either.
Another knock, this one louder and longer than the second. By now my teeth are clenched. George was asleep; I was concerned that the knocking would wake him up.
A pause, followed by long knocking on our studio window, which is on the back stairwell.
That was it. I got up, moved a garbage bag away from the back door, opened it, and, I'm afraid, verbally let fly. "__________, I'm several hours behind on my deadline, George is asleep, AND I have a headache!"
He bowed and took his leave. But within a few minutes, I was feeling terrible about how I'd behaved. I called his wife,
chimera452, and apologized to her, and have to call him either tonight or tomorrow to tender the apology in person.
So, to __________, if you're reading this -- I'm really, really, really, really, REALLY sorry that I snapped at you. I just wasn't ready for company, and the house is a royal mess, as usual. I couldn't handle the thought of letting anybody else see it.
EDITED TO ADD: The headache is getting worse. I think it must be the high-carb foods I ate at the Yule ritual get-together. *shakes fist impotently at sugar and takes two more Aspirin*
I finally sat down to work at about 7:30 pm, and had just started to get into work-headspace when there was a loud knock at our back door.
Now, I knew who it was -- a friend of ours who sometimes stops by unannounced on Saturday evenings during his weekly walk. But this was NOT an evening when I had time to socialize, and after the Yule ritual I was (a) peopled out, and (b) had developed a headache. So I made the antisocial decision to ignore the knock.
A pause. Another knock, this one louder and longer.
I did not answer that one either.
Another knock, this one louder and longer than the second. By now my teeth are clenched. George was asleep; I was concerned that the knocking would wake him up.
A pause, followed by long knocking on our studio window, which is on the back stairwell.
That was it. I got up, moved a garbage bag away from the back door, opened it, and, I'm afraid, verbally let fly. "__________, I'm several hours behind on my deadline, George is asleep, AND I have a headache!"
He bowed and took his leave. But within a few minutes, I was feeling terrible about how I'd behaved. I called his wife,
So, to __________, if you're reading this -- I'm really, really, really, really, REALLY sorry that I snapped at you. I just wasn't ready for company, and the house is a royal mess, as usual. I couldn't handle the thought of letting anybody else see it.
EDITED TO ADD: The headache is getting worse. I think it must be the high-carb foods I ate at the Yule ritual get-together. *shakes fist impotently at sugar and takes two more Aspirin*
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