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Ok, so I felt peanut kick me ever so very gently. Just a little oomph under The Project Manager's skin. Like a localized tremble. Also, it's hotter than fuck here.

Kick

Peanut kicked me in the hand today.

Productivity!

Well! So one of two things is very helpful to the problem in my last post. Either ranting about it helps, which is possible or, my new system of killing off one project is also effective. I have taken two projects and declared them DONE in the last two days, and it feels great! GO ME! Also, my baby is cute, even though he/she/it won't be born for another 22 weeks. A

In which we have an ultrasound and I vent about work.

We had our last(?) ultrasound today, and all seems well. We saw a spine and fingers and. Toes and a heart and a head and THE CUTEST NOSE EVER and so on. We did not see any indicators of sex, which is how we want it. We miiiiit be due a little earlier than we thought, which is ok too. I really do hope that this pregnancy goes all as planned, and that we cruise, un-stressed and not until necessary, into the fancy new Ladies Hospital. I also really hope that we can go by bus, as I think that's hilarious. The Project Manager does not think this is hilarious... But she's not 100% opposed, either. I am building a new kitchen, which is good fun, and it is coming along nicely. The Project Manager's uncle is a mad demon renovator and has been an HUGE help. It should be done by end of summer. Ok, work. Work has been a screaming madhouse. I am catastrophically behind, and I don't mean maybe. This is, I detect, a bit of a pattern. I get catastrophically behind, and then I dig and dig and dig until I am out in the clear, and then I fall away again into being behind. Can this be mitigated? Hmmm, I am not sure. What if I had an administrative assistant? I would need them to come with me to meetings and take notes, as I don't always do as good a job of that as I can. This little IPad helps, but not always. I have a bit of an organizational structure to my office that helps, but maybe I could do a bit better with it. I need an app that ties into Gmail that organizes tasks... (distracted: just saw a corvette towing a trailer, it looked ridiculous). Ok, let's try sorting my emails by ... Hmmm, no. Emails are not the problem. Maybe I need to add one project to FINISH every day. I won't always get to it, but it will be one goal that takes work off my plate. That's a thought

Kitchen eve? Maybe?

The electrical inspector comes tomorrow to check on my electrical work. Man, I hope I pass the inspection. I think I've done a pretty good job, and the crap that I have replaced.. oh my God. Tube and post taped to Loomex, Loomex run through unprotected holes in the floor beside the baseboards. Sadly, I don't think that "better" cuts it with inspectors. I think they look for "right" To tomorrow!

House update

My energy showed up this morning! A welcome visit. I think I have an interesting correlation between my physical space and my energy. I've been pounding away on my kitchen reno, and had not actually finished the last reno, so I had lost a room. I cleaned out that room, and POW! Right back on my game. I'm actually sitting in it right now to write this post while I listen to the radio. I can hear my neighbours tamping their front yard. Oh hey, do you know who my neighbours are? No? Well: SOUTH: Mike and Shannon. He's an engineer, she's a doctor. This is pretty much winning the lottery in terms of neighbours. They are younger than us, and have moved to the I-Hood from Rich Suburb. Sometimes I worry that they long for the calm of the suburbs. FARTHER SOUTH: A n ex-Inn inhabited by what I think is an enormous Philipino family. NORTH: The vacant slum house owned by English Steve is for sale. Good luck, English Steve! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FARTHER NORTH: Brad, a 'confirmed bachelor' who has been renovating his house for longer than I've been renovating mine. He is very nice and a wonderful neighbour. He has been known to volunteer power tools. He has a dog named Archie who wears a kerchief. SOUTHEAST: Mystery. No idea. Presumably humans. EAST: A pair of University students who are very nice and put up with my basement reno with grace. Their house used to be I Am Chorus' house. NORTHEAST: Mike the Handyman and his bevy of children. Very nice, and we've exchanged kind words over the alley many times. NORTHWEST: Vacant and derelict. It looks like a horror show set. Srsly. WEST: Logan and Merrick, the best gay couple neighbours one could imagine. Merrick is a distilled stereotype. They are amazing, they have a BEAUTIFUL house and wonderful taste. They also have a delightful dog. And a hot-tub. HI NEIGHBOURS! SOUTHWEST: A house inhabited by a large Chilean family, some of whom deal drugs. Apart from the drugs, they are fine. Ok, so that's the neighbourhood. Mostly. I left out the Entomologists, the single nurse on the prowl, and the duplex inhabited by three generations of one family. :)

In on it.

(This post is mostly for me to remember) Went and saw 'In on it' by Daniel MacIvor. This review is exactly right: http://theater.nytimes.com/mem/theater/treview.html It's a coincidence that I also just finished reading through a script for a friend of mine. And the problems are very similar between the two scripts. The exercise of the script out-performs its story. I look forward to seeing what my friend does with his script.