I wish I'd found a puppy at the library. . . but a dust puppy would have been the most likely kind.

Yay for good performance review, Jesse, and happy birthday, PC! Zen, I hope things pick up for you.

As for me, I ... argh. Parental care is not for the faint of heart, I guess, or those without stamina. Right now I'm juggling the cooks, the proposed facility tours, and trying to line up a new psychiatrist to get my mother's meds evaluated. I suspect the half-life of Xanax is just too short to help her much.

Work is much the same.

And I'm supposed to be booking a flight to Mexico to visit with a friend in late October/early November, and is it wrong of me to say I just don't want to? I'm sure it'll be nice, but it's just one more thing I have to juggle, because it overlaps with a two-week dogsitting stint while my sister & BIL are out of town. Plus the whole trying-to-move-my-folks-into-assisted-living thing.

I had such a nice time this weekend, and my brother's restaurant is doing great, and his new farm is beautiful, and I just want to sit and not do anything for a while. Argh.

Happy day, P-Cow!

I'm sorry, Suzi. That bites, and extra because he's ill.

Just realised i hadn't changed my work voicemail for out of office. Thankfully I managed my first take without screaming babies or flight announcements or bickering couples (one argument moved from in front of me as I was composing the message--if I don't write it down, I stumble).

I'm hogging two outlets at the four outlet stand. But I'm using the tablet and it's tethered to the phone, so step off. I can't believe someone has left their phone here. Don't care how line of sight you think it is, swiping that would be so easy without anyone in the lounge seeing who did it.

Wore one of my new bras for the first time this morning. If the girls look as good as they feel, I'm buying five more, stat. You can bounce over all the potholes you want (talk about tempting fate in Jamaica), still so comfy. Chantelle may be my brand from now on. Just need to find cheap source. Will scour Ebay.

The note I taped over the lock of my apartment manager's door yesterday is still there. He's not allowed to have sleepovers! Not without clearing it! First Ryan marries Blake, now this! Where is the oversight?

Oh, shit. I bet my family has lost the itineraries I sent them when I bought my tickets...

I would live a geeky meet cute at the outlet station, but prospects seem slim. Stay tuned for further developments. An hour till boarding.

Hippo Birdies, P-C, you Spectral Bovine you.

Travel safely, ita !

Happy Birthday PC!

Bon Voyage ita_! !

Have fun storming the castle, ita !

Safe travels, ita !.

Congrats Jesse!

I'm getting more and more bummed that my dad isn't visiting. It was going to be funky timing and all that, but still... In addition to the house being nice and clean, I've been working a ton, originally so I could take time off when he was here, but then work exploded and it was just plain OT. I mean, I have 35 hours on the books for this week already. I'm just plain exhausted right now.

Aw, Suzi, I'm sorry. It's not fun to prep for a loved guest and then not have them. I suggest treating YOURSELF as a loved guest and doing something unusual (visit a local museum you've never been to, get a massage, whatever) just for yourself.