Still no haircut.

Good for him. Does he have a pair of bunny slippers? I always picture people who work from home in bunny slippers.

Having one half of a two-career duo work from home seems like a good thing. The DH is constantly asking me where I can work when looking at options. At this point, I'm more specialized than he is, so it's actually somewhat easier if my career dictates where we live (unless we stay here, then his career will be dictating).

Have I mentioned here that the DH is now considering a PhD?

No more IV iron! At least for 2 months. YAY!!!!!

Me and my anemia self felt pretty petty sitting with all the chemo patients waiting to see the doc.

That's great, Suzi!

Sparky, do you want me to give your DH's e-mail to my SiL? She works at the Open Society Institute

(eta: I had more post in this post. Weird.)

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FUCKING TRAFFIC ON 101.

I got dropped off at BART almost an hour late, and then when I got to my destination, for some idiot reason TWO Emery Go Round shuttles whizzed RIGHT BY without even stopping, and then this newbie driver almost DIDN'T EVEN STOP at my workplace, and all this time I thought I had a meeting at nine that I was TOTALLY MISSING, but it turns out that meeting is tomorrow at 11, but what ho! I now have THREE MEETINGS IN A ROW TOMORROW, and one is about how we have to REDO THE FUCKING REPORT I SPENT WEEKS ON BECAUSE IT WASN'T QA'D PROPERLY.

In better news, I dreamed Fay and Pete tried to out-adorable each other, and I'm meeting that girl I made out with and subsequently angsted about tonight for dessert.

Buffista, Comma Abuser, likes to, use too many, coomas. Whenever have, brainfart, put comma. Never, too many. Use more = loojk smart.

Turns out 1-hand typing skills: not so hot.

Is your other hand occupied by kittens, Katie?

Beverly gets it in one! Left hand was cradling little Waffle, but he's awake now and galumphing down the hallway with the greatest vim and vigor.

Hurrah for Suzi and her iron!

-t, that'd be fabulous. He's jeffabra at rocketmail dot com.

Poor P-C. Commuting sux!

Aww, kittens.

Dessert means no angst, right, P-C?

(Eta: e-mail passed on, Sparky. I'm fairly certain she'll be happy to help)

Ok - kid report.

Just got a call from CJ's teacher. He is not in trouble. She was calling to make sure he would be at school at 6:45 Friday night for their class show. Apparently he is the star. The show is called "Comedy All-Stars". This is gonna be scary.

Now, nothing can be easy. He has his last Little League game at 5:30. Luckily the field is right next to his school, so he can make MOST of the game and then scoot over for his time in the spotlight.