sad dh called bev mo is out of fernet. really I was looking forward to the opiate like relief. oh well, gin it is . tall glass w/lots of ice will be good for my hand. poor dh didn't relieze how little i can do. I can type- only one and a half hand needed. mouseing works. I did do lanudry. button pushing is good. opening a pull top can of cat food - very hard. ditto an ibrophin bottle ( damn child proof caps).no shoe tying.

I talked to a teacher friend today - she said emily answered the no child left behind question quite well, and agreed that it was unfair.

Glad you're not broken, beth, but ouch. Hope the ibupro is helping.

I ate (too much) yummy Chinese food for dinner, and I think I'm about to slip into a sleepy food coma.

Sounds like fun times at Hec and JZ's.

Hec, in all the chess playing, have you taken any notice of the A's/Jay's game? Tis a hum-dinger.

Buzz~ma!

Buzzword Bingo~ma. May you always have all the pertinent suave insightful yet politically correct answers they wanna hear, no matter what crap they ask.

Today I got “What is the single greatest achievement of your life?” I didn’t think the real answer was really any of HR’s business so I rattled off something about having learned to repair my house as needed. Too bad I don’t have offspring, I could have said Motherhood, and that would have been a Right Answer. I think.

I wonder about C., too.

I don’t know if I find it advisable to consider accepting a Joe-lung donation. There might well be zombie issues and then you’d be sorry.

Libkitty! Try Pacific Grove. It’s just north of Monterey proper and less expensive. I once stayed at a fabulous little place right near the beach and the golf course and there were deer everywhere wandering around looking at people. Plus: aquarium!!! I so wanna see it again, I haven’t been enough times yet.

Then the ice weasels come out.

(apprehensive now)

In job-interview-related news, I went on one today. Just 20 hours per week, but less than 3 miles from my front door. This would be an easy life for me, if I can put up with a career at the front desk. So I set out all the good underwear, including pantyhose packed in a ziploc bag, which I left sitting out on the chair while I showered. When I came back, apparently it had become a kitty toy and only the bag remained. I still haven’t found the contraband.

Thanks for the suggestion, Katie Bee. I really want to be within walking distance of the conference, though, because I don't plan to get a car.

eta: job and interview ~ma!

That does make sense now that I know you're going to be at a conference. A conference, by the way, that is sort of making me drool with all the greed of a thousand bad career choices.

I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I don't know yet for sure if I'll be able to go.

Job~ma, KatieBee! Sounds like a nice option.

Well, if you do, maybe I'll finally make that trip down to the aquarium, meet you for lunch and stand around inhaling all the librarian-fu.

I really do hate working a front desk. Beverly once said it made her feel stranded like a seal on an ice floe. I prefer laboring away in solitary anonymity where no customers can bug me.

The front desk does suck in a multitude of ways. But 3 miles from home is pretty darn nice.