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.

Which, okay, but someone still needs to DO those things or the project doesn't get done.

I used to have a boss who thought "someone else" worked in our department. Whenever she'd find us doing something like copying and collating stacks of paper at 7 p.m., she'd say, "Can't someone else do that?"

I just bought these sneakers: [link]

This is what happens when the office is this quiet. I spend money on shoes and surf the real estate listings. Today, I want this house: [link]

Probably it's a bit of a hassle, because it's right by a popular shopping area and parking on the weekends must be very annoying, but I love the front yard, and all the windows.

Why hasn't this week ended yet? I mean, my brain went home three hours ago. Why can't the rest of me?