Juliebird, is the brunch for friends or at work?

At work. Now I'm all nervous (and hungry!)

The brunch I hosted on Easter had quiche (some with sausage, some veg), ham, asparagus and avocado salad, cinnamon rolls, mimosas, coffee, and Easter candy. Also, some people brought various nummy bread items and cheese and crackers.

It seemed to work out pretty well.

The last time I hosted a brunch was New Year's Day 2009. I served baked eggs in little ham cups. They were adorable. (And there was a big basket of mini-bagels w/ cream cheese, lox, onions, capers, tomato for the anti-egg. And lots and lots of coffee and mimosas.)

Ugh. Couldn't sleep. Feel oogey. Called in sick, now feel crappy about that, too. Which is ridic.

I was wishing to call in sleepy and/or annoyed by the weather, but now I am glad I didn't. The boss is out and so it will be a quiet day where I should be able to crank through some work while also getting through the internets.

I was tempted to call in "Sick, unless there's a problem with the server upgrade we did for our client on Saturday, in which case I'll come in," but that was just too complicated.

I forgot to turn on my alarm clock, so slept an extra 1.5 hours. Oops. I did consider just calling out, but sucked it up.

My DH called in to say he was going to work from home today, and I was jealous of his ability to do so. But the big boss is out, so I need to be here. I'm hoping to get the annual reviews done -- I hate these since the forms require me to answer questions that don't quite work for what we do (or probably what anyone on campus does).

I had the most bizarre dream last night. I dreamed that the Cubs had gotten to the World Series... and that I had been selected to pitch the first game for the Cubs.

Talk about absurd premises for a dream....

So I spent hours (in my dream) practicing my pitching, as the game was the next day. Which initially sucked mightily, but by the end of the dream at least I could get it through the strike zone on most pitches. Of course, I wasn't practicing against actual batters, so who knows how many hits the opposing team could have gotten off me.

The dream ended before the game began, although I did go talk to my parents in the stands before the game began.

I had bunches of bizarre dreams last night. Kept waking up every two hours, but managed to get back to sleep each time - each time another bizarre dream. It felt like I'd been working out in my sleep when I finally got up, though. Lots of aching and popping joints when I got up. What's up with that? Glad I took today as a vacation day (hate going into Boston on Marathon Monday) - I would have been moving very slowly at my usual time.