'Out Of Gas'
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I slept in for me. In fact , DH was up and about doing things because he was restless ( usually it is the other way around). I think life just said STOP to me. My stomach has been unhappy since Thursday night -- not evil, just fussy. I had though we might go away for the night but I am not sure my body wants me to do so much
house selling ma~~~ to Suzi
More house selling ~ma for Suzi! Who I hope to be able to see today. At least for a little bit. And only if I get my chores done... so I'm off to the shower!
I'm not checking flights to Athens on my last week of the semester to go and see The Gutter Twins.
I really need to perish that thought.
recording session done. Yikes. Good singers, but none could remember their parts. Lots of takes. Fun!
{omnis}
The things you have to go through.
Two of the puppies are sleeping in the crate of their own volition. How great is that. Someone upthread said it, these humans really know what they are doing raising a litter.
(well, the full dream involves a hot tub, a cool shower with mint soap, a 2 hour, 2 masseuse full body massage and 12 hours of sleep on a feather bed, followed by breakfast in bed with Jamaican Blue coffee, Belgian waffles with strawberries, and country bacon. Followed by a foot rub and a nap.)
Every sane woman (and many men, if they will but admit it) wants this, with the possible addition of chocolate. Yet for some reason, I now am earwormed for "Santa Baby".
the place for which I won't be working come 2009? I am working for them today... which is Saturday no matter which year it is. In both cases, they will not be paying me.
Sox, how did you get corralled into doing that? Working Saturday sucks: Working Saturday without pay sucketh mightily.
I think life just said STOP to me.
Beth, listen to life. You have had a really crappy week. Please be gentle with yourself.
As for me, I am wiped out. And thirsty. And in no mood to have to repeatedly steer Harvey away from trying to stand on my chest while I type. Generally speaking, if I am willing to spend about 7 minutes constantly blocking him and scootching him to a reasonable place on my desk, we can then sit next to each other quite happily, with him getting plenty of petting. I don't have 7 seconds of patience now, so I just whined in the most unpleasant voice I have until he left the room.
Oh, crap. I just threw the top from my yogurt container (yes, folks, I have reached the stage of the course of antibiotics wherein eating yogurt is a necessity) into the trash can by my desk. I'm going to have to fish it out of there, or Harvey will tear up my trash trying to get it.
Tons of house~ma, Suzi.
I've been cleaning and organizing all day. I have friends coming in to town this week and I'm throwing a brunch next Sunday. Trying to get a lot done this weekend so there's less to do over the week.
Next up? Getting dressed so I can go do laundry. It's times like this I really wish I had a washer and dryer. I hate having to be presentable to wash clothes.
Sox, how did you get corralled into doing that?
for Lo - there was no one else available who could do this. IE: my boss can find me on gchat. And my former assistant is out of pocket on Saturdays. This could be a problem for them going forward.
That doesn't explain the unpaid part.