Why so blue, liese?

I have no freaking idea. The SO was a tad depressed lately, and I worked his out, no problem. He enacted solutions to the root problems, and he's good to go. But myself? No clue.

We're back with the kids today, so I'll spend the day engulfed in work, and that'll probably help.

It was sunny here, but now, it's more the weather condition I call mysteriously sunny. (Cloudy, but still very bright outside.)

Last week here. Butterflies in my stomach. I have so much cleaning up and packing to do.

You getting any time off between gigs, Allyson?

I have mixed feelings about the Apple-EMI-no DRM news. On the one hand, yay. On the other, what about all the music I've already bought? But mostly, yay.

WNYC Morning Edition weather people, why have you betrayed me???

EXACTLY! I am bare-legged. Bastards!

I have your warm and sunny.

And am irritable and overworked.

Sara brings her own adorable cloud of cranky!

Nah, I start the new job on Monday.

JZ, adorable pictures! She's getting BIG. Crazy how that happens.

In other news, I hate my stupid job. Did I mention that already?

It looks like I will spend a large amount of my afternoon moving files off my work laptop onto my personal laptop so that I don't lose something like 10 years worth of personal stuff. I could go in and clean out my cube, too, but this first.

I talked to ex-Boss and ex-Project Leader and they both are gratifyingly sorry/dismayed/disconsolate that I am gone. They also want me to end up someplace good so that when they end up looking for work, they'll have an 'in'.

CV, she's huge -- and yet, in the last couple of weeks, we've had more people than we can count look at her and say, "Oh, what an alert baby! [They almost never say "She's so alert!" because although she's almost always in pink, it's not frilly or flowery pink, so everyone always chickens out on guessing her gender -- and most of the people who do, guess "boy". Um.] Two months?"

Also, she has two teeth now! Little bitty bottom front teeth, just sprouting up.

Six-month-old babies are awesome for clearing away the mental cobwebs and debris and overhanging pall of depression, but getting to six months can be a little rocky. The cumulative sleep dep will erode all the pleasure centers in your brain if you're not careful. You really need to schedule yourselves a baby holiday somewhere between 3 and 5 months, where grandparents or good friends or someone else you trust can take the babe for a bit -- even just 18 hours will do in a pinch -- and let you sleep, sleep, sleep.