There was a day of halves this week, the day before yesterday...
It started with half a night's sleep from worrying that I wouldn't wake up in time to go help my friends early in the morning.
Halfway to their place, it began to snow. Parking near their condo is a challenge. Found a place a block away. Got halfway down the alley towards their building and realized I forgot something...twice.
Once there, it was snowing harder. Plans were abandoned. So, I headed back home. Taking advantage of the snowfall and throwing in a few half-truths, I canceled an unwelcomed dentist appointment for the afternoon. The snow stopped soon after, and half of it melted away by the time of the appointment, I didn't call back.
Stitched half a piece, did half of the laundry, watched half of a movie, and then halfway through the day, took half of the friends' stuff that was filling up half of our living room down to the basement, took a half an hour nap.
K came home, asked why I'd only taken care of putting half of the bread into the freezer, leaving the other loaf on the counter? Made a half-hearted mediocre at best dinner.
At half-past seven, half-way through a show, the power went out, with an ETA of 2am for repairs, half of the night. Realizing that the leftover half of dinner was still on the counter, and not wanting to open the fridge, the container was put on the porch in the 36-degree weather. Giving up on the day, I was in bed at 7:44.
Half an hour later, half asleep, the power came back on. I got up, washed half of the dishes, and we watched the other half of the show. As if nothing had happened.
