I'm sorry Cindy

{{Cindy}}

My condolences, Cindy.

I'm so sorry, Cindy. It's always hard.

Welcome to the world, Isaac! And easy-recovery ~ma to Burrell.

I'm sorry, Cindy.

Seems there is much punctuation and ~ma needed, whether congratulatory or otherwise.

Hello there, Isaac.

Hugs specially Cindy and vw and in general to all and sundry.

Me, I am having a dandy time, just dandy, attempting Mac-required recto-cranial inversion therapy on myself.

{{Cindy}} I'm so sorry.

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I had a business call today. I was supposed to call at 10, or as soon as I was functional. What with baby difficulties, it was almost 11. Client was on the phone. I called back and got him at 11:30. He ripped my deathless prose to shreds and I had to hang up for the rewrite since he kept making suggestions in my ear as I was trying to form a coherent sentence. I called back. 5 minutes later, Aidan crawled on top of my head (somehow getting up on the back of my chair and then whomping!) to tell me he had a poopy diaper. I attempted to change the diaper while discussing why the client's sentences were not sentences but were, instead, ass... diplomatically. Since I was distracted (and he knew why) he decided to tell me a funny story. But it wasn't. He said he'd hang up and I could call him back after the babies were down for a nap. He should know, but I did not remind him, that Aidan's naptime isn't until 2 and Kara mostly doesn't take one. I just told him I'd call him back after the next rewrite.

I deleted all the "he's an ass, such an ass" notes from the document, replaced many of my old sentences and sent it back. Then I called again because Kara and Aidan had taken themselves off to the bedroom to play (little did I realize that was MY bedroom). The client decided to line edit without having read the whole thing, and so kept suggesting changes to each sentence that were already there in the next sentence. He didn't like my quote of him -- he preferred something with more "ums".

I got off the phone with him, finally satisfied, sent off the article to a client...and then realized I'd sent a previous draft, and had to go back and re-send the right one.

Sheesh.

I started puttting half my check in the savings account. I knew that this time do to my birthday and the ton of money spent on drugs to make me better that there was a better than even chance that it would have to go back into the checking acount. I was correct. andyet, somehow I feel like I have failed. At what? Knowing my money situation well? d'uh.

and the other thing on my mind is the Flylady. why does she want you to shine you sink first thing? Isn't it better to do it at night so you wake up to a clean and shinny sink? Of course, this is the woman that thinks you should put on shoes first thing to.

Deena, it's amazing to me that yo can get anything done with Aidan and Kara up to their various shenanigans while you work. You are so impressive.

I don't think the Flylady is for me. I never have a shiny sink and I hate to wear shoes when I'm at home.

I do not wear shoes unless I'm going out in the cold, to a store that will deny me service without them, or for business purposes.

The flylady would shriek in horror if she could see my house, though I think my sinks are clean(ish).