Dancing the Green Apple Two-Step

*sigh* I had a bad day at work Monday … Without going into the gruesome details, I ended up with some nasty stuff splashed across the front of me. I had my mouth open (talking) at the time, and a fair amount went into my mouth. I was hoping that the only repurcussions were going to be some clothes that needed washing and some serious mouthwash usage, but yesterday I started in with massive diarrhea. This is very embarrassing – the food safety “expert” with the shits. I’m hoping the whole thing is self limiting. These are probably the worse cramps I’ve ever had in my life, though.

My ring came yesterday! It’s even more beautiful than I remembered in the store. I think The Professor is rather bemused by the whole thing, but he made all the right exclamations and spent sufficient time admiring it, so I really can’t ask for anything more.

I’m seeing the ex Thursday night for dinner and a movie. I got in touch with him earlier in the week because of a problem that came up when I signed up for online banking with my bank. It tied me into my accounts by Social Security number, and when I finished the sign-up process two additional accounts came up that I wasn’t expecting. Turns out that the ex never removed my name from his accounts. This makes me extremely uncomfortable, since right now I literally have access to his accounts. He isn’t the vindictive sort, but if anything should happen, I don’t want the blame for it. I’m hoping to get it all straightened out Thursday. I told The Professor what I was doing, trying to make sure he was OK with it. I’m still not sure how he feels, but he gave me nothing but encouragement, so I have to assume he doesn’t have any real problems with this.

Speaking of the ex … he’s gotten into horse-trading, of all things. He bought a trailer, his “partner” has a pickup, and he’s fronting all the money for this endeavor. I have serious doubts about this little project of his, but it’s no longer any of my business.

My company is co-hosting a big money raising event at the Philadelphia Zoo on August 4th that I’ve volunteered to help out with. The Professor was NOT happy about that, but was wise enough not to try and talk me out of it. I used to do a lot more charity/volunteer work before The Prof came into my life, and now that our relationship has settled into a sort of routine I’d like to resume as much as is practical. I don’t have gobs of money to give, but I do have time I can devote to projects. It’s always been important to me to do what I can for causes I believe in. I wish The Prof had shown some interest in coming out and volunteering with me, but then again, I’m not sure I really want my co-workers to know about this relationship. They are such a bunch of fuddy-duddy busy-bodies here that I’d end up being the source of gossip for weeks.

Last night The Prof and I spend some serious “together” time with each other. I dumped the dishes in the sink, we sat around talking in the living room, and things progressed from there. It seems that, no matter what I do, I never end up in bed before 11:00.

Let me correct that. It seems like I never end up going to sleep before 11:00! (grin)