Sleep is good. Cold is ... well, cold. They're predicting snow here - a clipper system coming in. We seem to be getting an entire winter packed into February and the first week of March.

There are something like 10 engineers standing on the other side of my cube talking and talking. They are rehearsing for an interview, inclusing how they walk in the room, so they are loitering outside my cube driving me BATSHIT crazy. The iPod and headphones are NOT ENOUGH.

Yay, sleep vw!

Sorry about the annoying asshats, Suzi.

Ugh. My left eye was bugging me all day yesterday and this morning the whole left side of my face is tender and sore. I've had this happen before but I have no idea what it is. It is really grouchy-making.

They are now IN the conference room, the door is shut. I can still hear them. SNARL.

It sounds very windy and cold outside! I stayed home to fight Teh Ick. It's more precautionary than anything else. Also, I called to figure out what was up with the discrepancy between the number of pills I was prescribed and the number I actually received (and paid $40 for). Relief!

The Sears guy is here to fix our oven (hopefully).

Tom is home and will fetch me curry for lunch later.

I should do school work but it's a sick day and I don't wanna.

Took my first dose of new meds this morning. Will wait here patiently to get better in the brain.

We have 16 games scheduled. All the weeknight games are at 7:00.

Aaagh. That's a schedule to die for. Hec's schedule is ridiculous. When I saw it, I said, "Who the hell can do that? Who can leave at 3:30 eleven days in six weeks for their kid's baseball games without getting smacked down hard for it, except people who run their own businesses?" And Hec ran down the list of coaches and pointed out that practically all of them, except for himself and a couple other poor saps, do in fact own their own businesses. Well, bully for them. It's just a peachy schedule for them. For everyone else on the planet who isn't living the fucking dream, it sucks.

Grr. I'm feeling very surly and protective of David, with the book deadline and the sick baby and the day job and all. The only upside to it is that his rant to the other coaches about the schedule is a thing of snarling dyspeptic beauty. If he ever writes a Little League novel, I plan to insist that he cannibalize it.

That Little League schedule really is evil. How is Matilda feeling today?

Brainma, Nora. It is too cold out. If the kids hadn't missed so much school due to illness, I totally would have kept them home, today.

Suzi, I'm sorry about the asshats.