His cell phone might not have a signal, but I'm hungry and want to know if there's any hope for having dinner soon.

Hate that feeling. You don't mind waiting , if you knew when dinner would be. If it was a while, you'd have a snack. And you'd like to eat dinner with him... This can happen even when Matt is home. esp. if someone else is here working on something in the garage. Then it can get worse, because I don't know i f the third person is eating here or not.

I have accomplished a number of small tasks today. I think there are two more to do - one of which must include DH.

I started doing my grading, and the work is so painfully bad that I fell asleep rather than do any more of it. How the hell am I going to get through this year?

You're almost there, Emily. I'm not sure when your session gets out, but it's not more than a few months, is it? And you can do anything for that long. And then it will be summer and you can look for another place more suited to your brilliant teaching skillz!

My DH called on the way to dinner with a bunch of pilots. I won't be seeing him any time soon. So, leftovers tonight, steaks tomorrow.

Emily, I'm sorry that the job is doing this to you.

Emily, read the first sentence and the last sentence. If they suck, give 'em a D. If they don't, read the rest.

I would be a HORRIBLE teacher.

Emily, read the first sentence and the last sentence. If they suck, give 'em a D. If they don't, read the rest.

Psst. Emily teaches math!

I'm sorry it's been such a sucktastic year, Emily.

There's nothing on I want to watch, with TAR delayed. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition is bound to leave me in tears, and I'm so not in the mood for weepy.

Read the first story problem and the last story problem and skip in between?

Or, just grade for the answers. Tell them they need to make the argument if they want credit for their work?

Psst. Emily teaches math!

Gah. Have a drink, Emily. I have some Amaretto if you'd like to share.

SFO's not so much with the efficient. Or are you in Oakland?

I was in SFO. Wow. That was unbelievable.

Now I'm in a grogeous painted lady with one of my fellow presenters (who is a doll). We've planned it all out, and it looks good. I'm happy I'm not carrying the whole 90 minutes on my own. Going to seek food and hotel shortly.

Home from Seattle and now I miss my peeps. A lot.

But I picked up Kittenish from the cattery, unpacked and am now flopped on the couch verging on comatose. Well, luggage unpacked. There are still some things in the car. Like candles cause I picked up a few.

And Cass went the same color as my pants, which just makes it funnier.

I don't acknowledge vermilion. Like a life without clicky fire, doesn't exist.