I have a first date in about an hour. We’re meeting at a gastropub that Sir and I love and is on my way home. Score.
I had a first date on Saturday. We met at Starbucks and chatted for a couple hours. We’re getting together again this coming Saturday. He’s going to pick me up, which means he’ll probably meet Sir.
I had a first date last Wednesday. We met at a Japanese restaurant and talked for hours. I’d been a little worried about how well we’d communicate, as he only moved to the US about a month ago, but it was fun.
Wow, so many first dates. And yet, I’m not terribly excited about any of them. I think the stress I’ve got at work is impacting my desire to date. And yet, here I am.
We had a surprise inspection from the feds last week and now they’re giving us a citation. We’ll appeal it. It’s bullshit.
We have a major accreditation site visit most of next week. My main staff member who was going to help with this got called in to jury duty today and has to return tomorrow. If he gets put on the case, it won’t finish until next Friday, which is when the site visit ends. No one is completely indispensable, but it would be great to have him here.
Sir and I had a nice evening last night. We BBQ’d steaks and sat on the patio with cocktails, chatting. He’s come to my bed a few nights recently and I like waking up to him there…except when I wake up because he’s snoring and it’s the middle of the night. Then I poke him and send him back to his room.
OK, I need to leave for my date. Hope you’re all having a good week!