Heh.

Today is one of those days when I wake up early and can't get back to sleep. So I think I'll leave for work an hour early and have a nice breakfast in Evanston before going in to the office. Maybe at the Cajun plance. Mmmmm... grits....

Nice one, Mr tea!

Gah. Still only 5:30. Let's see if I can kill 2 1/2 hours with breakfast and getting to work. Pro'lly not - today will be one of those days when I confuse my bosses by getting in early.

eta: Wow, two hours later and no one's posted....

Have I mentioned the plucky, can-do spirit of a bunch of bored, rich white people who every year have a drive to raise tens of thousands of dollars for a fireworks display off the Point? I swear to DOG, it brings out my inner commie, and all I can see is wealth that should be re-distributed.

Heh, Tom and I had similar Commie leanings after last year's Fourth festivities hanging out with such sterotypical rich yuppies. It was depressing because it meant I lost my old buddy to Them.

let's see...

dog pats to Bartelby. A big YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!! To Dan and Andi. We love love!!! And safe home arriving! Whee, for sj and Teacup Guy having a great weekend together. Dead from Ellie pic.

In mememe news, we had a very nice long weekend- extra long, because we both called out sick on Friday. Which was really, really, the right thing to do. We were both the walking dead. Metaphorically speaking. My parents came up for the weekend, which I was very apprehensive about, but it was an *awesome* visit, free of tension and aggravation, and very mellow and wonderful and I am so happy they came up. This is a very unexpected but fantastic turn of events. So, we're back in the routine of things, and I'm much more able to handle it than I was at the end of last week, and I'm feeling pretty perky, and the first 2 floors are more or less unpacked, and it feels like home, so we've gotten through to the other side, and it's all good.

Except, of course, we broke our garbage disposal on Sunday (inadvertantly sent a small mise en place glass bowl down it, and ran it), and I have a UTI, but, whatever. All very fixable. (hopefully)

Headpats to Bartleby.

And to Andi. My goodness. That's like a scene out of my nightmares. So glad Sammie was recovered.

Poor Andi! How scary with Sammie. Toto's done things similar to that a couple of times. It's no fun at all.

Nora! Yay! I'm glad you're getting so unpacked and had a good weekend with your family. I'm sorry about the garbage disposal and the UTI. No fun...but, you're right...they'll pass quickly.

In a bit, I'm going to go attack the bathroom and make it all clean. This is kinda gross, but I don't remember the last time it got a good cleaning. I mean, it's gotten quick wipe-overs, but no good cleanings for a while. I've bought new rugs and shower curtains, so when I'm done it will be all pretty.

Then, at 2pm I'm gonna head to work. I'm hoping it goes ok and that I make it through my three hours. I think I will. I feel like I'm doing a little better.

Yay for Andi and Daniel making it home safely. Sammie, don't DO that. Cats.

I know there was lot smore that needed congratulating and vibes and hugs but it didn't stay in my brain. It's not much on retention, I'm afraid. Shame I let the warranty run out.

I had a lovely unproductive weekend - Saturday was watching Wimbledon - love those long matches witrh long rallies - shopping at Lush and hanging out at a new bar in the French Quarter where a friend is bartending. My capacity for hanging out in a bar all afternoon has really dropped in the last few years. Nice place, though. Sunday I never even got dressed. Watched Wimbledon, caught up on some recorded TV, took a nap or two, utter bliss. Yesterday, saw Batman Begins (finally). I had been resisting the hype for some reason, but I'm sold, that's my Batman all right.

This getting up before 8 and staying awake until the evening thing is a real drag.

I think I may wimp out on the bellydancing tonight after all, but only because we're under a flood watch (4-6 inches expected) and tropical storm warning and I had to wade through ankle deep water to get to my car this morning already. I'll go next week, I promise.

I hope today is better, vw.

I missed the Ellie picture, and skipped way too many to know where to begin. Also, I slept 'til 9:00 which I *never* do, and was woken by my Christopher, who is currently into discerning family relationships.

My wake-up conversation was all about parents, husbands, wifes, blood aunts and uncles versus those by marriage, grand-parents, parents-in-law, sisters-in-law (which he says, rather than sister-in-laws), brothers-in-law; but why don't you say Daddy's grandparents are your grandparents-in-law, what's a first cousin once removed, what are they removed from, what's a generation; How old would Grampy be if he was alive--is he the same age even though he's dead; Is Papa younger than him? Is Papa older than him because he's still alive and Grampy's dead. Who are Grampy's grandparents...Grampy's grandparents are my _____ what?

GRONK

Cindy! You're here!

I'd heard you were heading for the Gulf Coast....

Hey, Cindy, your namesake is dumping a bunch of rain on me. [link] Maybe that's where your energy went. Besides getting sucked up by Christopher's questions.