Not really. All the stuff piled on the couches (one of them opened up for storage and was my linen closet) is now on the bed. This means I will have to Do Something About It.

t gives dog the stink-eye as she wanders from one of her beds to another

At least someone's comfy.

My boss is all about "we need to focus on the strategic stuff and jettison the low value tasks".

Hah. I am working on an RFP for Brazil. Guess who is responsible for leading my boss down the right path to answer the questions and portray us in the best possible light? Guess who is responsible for creating the content? Guess who is responsible for editing the content? Guess who is responsible for creating the charts and tables and spreadsheets based on the content? Yeah.

Now guess who is responsible for creating a proposal library? All because I opened my big fat mouth. I was *shocked* that there's no central repository. When my 10-page half-assed response to an RFI for Pennsylvania gets sent to everyone in the office as an example of perfection, and how things should be done from this point forward, you know I need a new job.

Needless to say I've significantly brushed up on my proposal management skills.

edit: but my spelling skills have gone to shit.

shrift, I like that Unfuck Your Habitat site! I can use the inspiration.

I have been making my bed, picking my outfits the night before, eating breakfast, and unloading the dishwasher right away. I now have all my jewelry in an organizer. I tackled the dusty bathroom shelving last night.

It is a miracle.

Hey, you've got my job!

brenda, when my head gets screwed on a little straighter, do you mind if I ping you re: jobs?

The longer I'm here, the more miserable I am. We're just not competitive, and it's somehow all my fault. Note, I am not allowed to price anything out. See how that makes it my fault?

Well of course it is.

No fun, babe. And ping me whenever, for sure.

I am going to do some unfucking this weekend, although I have been doing OK with regular maintenance-ish...

I also left work early, had a nice walk/shop with my friend, and made plans to get together for Marathon Day day drinking on Monday. Sweet!

Ha, once when we were living in mission housing, the former mission came and claimed all their furniture (which we knew, and knew we were using, and they would take back eventually). But it was still pretty alarming when trucks and trailers rolled up and rolled out and all that was left in the house was a dining room table with no chairs.

Before that, in Kansas, we'd had all blow-up or collapsible furniture because we'd gotten sick of moving. So it was pretty barren in there a while. Until I hit the thrift store jackpot.

But now I need to get rid of the last of that thrift store haul furniture and replace it with something dog-friendlier. That is to say, the dog loves the loveseat, it's just so fuzzy no one else can sit on it after he does.

Doing this weekend: giving book talk at local bookstore, then catching up on chores. In terms of editing, my publisher outsource copy-editing and layout to India. Also, as part of layout, word file was converted to a specialized (still word) format that laid things out for import into publishing software.

Lunch today - inspired by Pizza discussion a few days back, pasta with anchovies. Just boiled and drained some pasta, and added a can of anchovies(canned in olive oil as is right and proper) and a little garlic. And it was good

Pizza sounds good. Pasta, too.

I have matzo. I also have some fresh salad greens, which I'm going to combine with some oranges and figs and pistachios. And I'm going to try to make matzo balls.