Good on you for the good interview, Daniel. I hope something comes of it.

askye, that comforter set is just gorgeous! I'm so excited for you.

Timelies all! I had a really difficult time getting out of bed this morning, but the migraine is really toned down, so that is nice. I've got a busy day today.

Ooooo...my coffee pot is beeping. Coffee done. Coffee good. Must get off couch and get coffee.

I just saw Emo Philips. If you have a chance to see him, do it. He's hilarious.

Lord yes. I've hurt things laughing at his routines.

Announcement: After resolving to find a new tag in 2005, Laura has finally done so.

Analysis: *fireworks*

Hee, yes I might keep this a while despite the many fun choices presented by the OC last night.

I did well on my interview this morning. Robert Half, Inc, will be arranging an interview with the actual client, possibly next week.

Glad to hear it! Hope the next step goes as well.

Lovely comforter, askye.

I think all my not-quite-getting-enough-sleep during the week accumulates to make Friday morning particularly gronkful. That or the prospect of dinner at my MiL's with a young couple some friend of hers thinks we should meet is making me want to hide under the covers. Perhaps a combination of the two.

I've begun studying the Library of Congress Classification system. I'm on a new team that's helping flea's Looniversity convert from what they were using to LC. What a cobbled-together piece of bleep. It's based on list of 18 subjects that a bunch of American Victorian librarians figured were important (see American-centric and dismissive of most of the rest of the world, with two major divisions for Miliary and Naval Sciences), and addendas and clarifications have been jury-rigged onto the thing for over a hundred years.

The call numbers are created based on what the individual cataloger thinks are the major subjects of the book, which means that with a multi-subject book it's possible for there to be two perfectly true and applicable call numbers. Also, they revise the system on a regular basis as various jury-rigging measures collapse, so a call number that was applicable before is quite likely to be inapplicable after. Which results in major rearrangements of libraries that are trying to keep up.

I really need to stop being impressed by the workings of large institutions. When you see the little man behind the curtain, it's always depressing.

Connie, we just had a guest at the Inn last week who was working on updating that system! Small world. Then again, being 3 blocks from the Library of Congress means we get a lot of their ilk. Always interesting folk.

In other Inn news, I succeeded in finding a new home for the two parakeets who were being neglected downstairs! Yay 15 phone calls...persistence pays. And the two little critters will finally get a decent environment.

When the bird person called this morning, she asked me to describe their cage. After a brief pause she whispered,"Um. We'll just throw that one away, shall we?"

When I went downstairs to get them, their water dish was filled with green sludge...and a terrible stank.

I'm feeling all underground railroad that I'm ferrying them to freedom.

At least SOMETHING is going right.

Plus, I whole-heartedly sympathize and empathize with the Friday morning gronklies. I really want a nap.

eta: Is 'sympathic' a word?

Good for you, beej. Any news on Wendy?

None.

The landlord gave me some details his wife gleaned from a psychic...hey, who cares where ideas come from?...but nothing so far.

I headed out with the dogs again yesterday and,while trudging through the snow I wondered,"Hey. Why am I out here following these leads while Wendy's people are not?" I can't NOT look for her cuz I'm compulsive that way, but sheesh.

So. Still seeking Wendy-come-home ~ma if ya got it. (and thanks for asking)

Good news on the birds, beej! I'll keep my fingers crossed for Wendy.

The house goes on the market today. I'm trying not to go crazy noticing what needs to be cleaned, etc. and tell myself that it's clean enough, and certainly a hell of a lot cleaner than when I saw the place for the first time.