Hey Tep - are you guys having weather in Cincy? My grandmother's flight didn't take off and I'm wondering how long she's going to be grounded.
(It's her 90th birthday this year, so she's coming to NYC with some friends for a Broadway-and-food weekend. All her kids and grandkids and great-grandkid are going to be here too.)
Hey Tep - are you guys having weather in Cincy?
Not really. Spotty drizzly rain at most, but I haven't even seen that. Maybe the plane she was supposed to take was delayed where it was prior to CVG.
We have beautiful blue skies here in Colorado.
My new laptop was just delivered. I want to open and play, but I'm supposed to be working and I have a busy weekend. First world whine.
Granta magazine (out of England) has devoted its entire September issue to Chicago. There's a great article on the city as told by a labor attorney, which starts off with a Blagoyevich rant, proceeds through his hopes for Obama (interview was done in early March), and then ends with the city's geographical location, between the flatness of the prairie and the flat water of Lake Michigan.
Friday afternoon at the first week of my new job, and every single one of my coworkers is out for the day.
It's awfully quiet.
It's awfully quiet.
Crank the music on your computer! Dance around!
Or, ya know, surf the web.
Yay, Jessica! Best of luck with everything.
A chicken for Jessica! Yay!