{{{Daisy Jane}}} I can tell from your post what a great guy Bobby was. I'm very sorry you are feeling so alone. I'm glad we can lend some virtual comfort so at least in here you've got somebody.

I'm so sorry, DJ. If there's anything I can do, please let me know.

Oy. Got an email back from, "BUT WE NEEEEED IT TODAAAAAY!!!" whiner dude: "Who knew URLs were case sensitive ;)" Die.

Thanks, Nora. I'm sure I will be fine and all, just apparently not today.

Oh for crying out loud! Long distance stabbity-stab for whiner dude and all others who use emoticons in business correspondence.

I sent out an email saying I didn't want to do this early push to production because I was sure it would cause us grief. In fact, my exact words were, "I am extremely concerned that this is going to cause us grief. I understand if it has to get done, it has to get done, but I foresee problems."

Now everyone is freaking out that stuff is up 14 hours early.

I'm fucking Cassandra over here.

Oh, Daisy. I wish I could give you a hug and a bottle of good scotch right now.

Argh. My flight to Frankfurt is delayed three hours. Which is fine (I get to hang out in the first class lounge here?) except it means I'll miss my flight to Vienna. And then the counter lady checking me in said she couldn't fix it, and I could either come to the lounge or get in a different long line (Bo separate line for first or business either). So I come to the lounge (past security and in another terminal) and the lounge lady says she can't even see hat the next flights would be--and that the checkin lady says she told me to get in the other line. WTF? She sai shed try to fix it on the phone. But still. I have been emailing with my brother who is meeting Me there, and he switched his bus to later but has no idea when I'll get there so hard to meet me !!!

Oh, Daisy. I'm sorry about your uncle, and I'm sorry everything is so stressful and distressing. I echo the virtual hugs and scotch.

ION, my co-worker shamed me into calling my doctor, and when I told the receptionist about the hurting lungs and shortness of breath (which I am NOT having right now...or, at least, not as bad as on Saturday), she asked me to hold for a minute. And when she came back she asked if I could come in at 4:45 today, because they were concerned about the shortness of breath.

So, okay. Perhaps some doctoring is called for.

On your iPhone meara? Seriously, that is horribly stressful.

Speaking of doctoring, did you all know that cat-scratch fever is a real thing? Yeah, me neither, until I went to the walk-in clinic on Saturday and found out that's probably what I have. wtf? On the upside, after two nights of antibiotics, I feel 100x better today than I did all last week, so it does seem to be the right diagnosis.