I am home too! And have already yoga'd.

I hate time changes. It got dark at like 5:00. That sucks.

I'm still happy about the time change, although I keep waking up earlier than necessary. At least I've been on time for work!

I am waiting for a pie to come out of the oven. It's for my going away potluck tomorrow.

I am not happy to be arriving home in the dark. But I'll survive I suppose.

Man, you're nice, bringing something for your own party! When's your last day? Do you have time off in between jobs? Are you freaking out?!?!

I was planning on bagging voting since there was nothing of issue, but the polls were still open when I got home, so I voted anyway.

If you're going to poke in the eyes and have the luxury of aiming precisely, go high and towards the nose. Sweet spot of nerve bundle and blood vessels--maximise the pain and the obscured vision.

Check.

Good luck to Teddy.

ETA: I second all of Jesse's questions, Sue.

Man, you're nice, bringing something for your own party!

It's a chance to practice my pie-making skills.

When's your last day?

Friday

Do you have time off in between jobs?

No, but it is a long weekend because of November 11. (Remembrance Day here)

And because it's still a Gov't job, they're just considering it a transfer, so I couldn't take time off without taking vacation time.

Are you freaking out?!?!

YES!!! I don't think I'm even going to get close to wrapping up things up before I go.

Much, much kitty~ma to Teddy.

Allyson, re the gigongulous Caramello bar, what scrappy said (the fact that she's actually no longer scrappy in no way diminishes the fact that she's bursting with scrappylicious wisdom).

I'm at home, eatting dinner.

I was about to say, "How could you be home eating dinner when you have to be at work at insane o'clock?" but then I realized that getting to work at insane o'clock naturally means that you get to leave work at SO UNFAIR TO THE REST OF US-THIRTY.

Er, not that I haven't been home for a half hour myself, but it's been a half hour of putting away dishes, toting recycling, wiping Matilda's nose every three seconds, and separating her from (a) wads of greasy paper in the recycling bin, (b) the toilet paper roll, (c) Hec's box of blank CDs, and now (d) all our wrapping paper and Christmas ornaments. I have managed to snarf some crackers and hummus in between the grabbage and wipeage, but that doesn't exactly count as eating dinner.

She does, however, remain ungodly cute. She's getting all up into our garbage and storage, but she's also very happily bopping and shaking her wee ass to the soundtrack to That Thing You Do! I'm not filming it because it'd be one of those horror movie things that instantly kills all viewers ded, only with cute instead of uncanny.

YES!!! I don't think I'm even going to get close to wrapping up things up before I go.

Meh. You'll wrap things up enough. Also, they'll know where to find you, right? Make sure they don't call too much. HAVE FUN!!