Glad for the good news, Dana.

It has taken me this long to wake up properly. I am...it's not a good day, and I'm not working from home. I'm just flat out. And scheduled to have a nasty infusion tonight, but I refuse to project how I'll feel tomorrow.

Ugh ita, I hope life cuts you a break soon.

I'm so sorry, ita. I hope the infusion is in aid of better days to come.

I'm sorry, ita. May the infusion go well.

Yo, Zenkitty's cat. Those are only thoughts arising in your head, you do not have to share them with Zen. To be inside and want to be outside is suffering. To be outside and want to be inside is suffering. Be here now. Good kitty.

Thank you, -t. He has calmed down and is now watching the outside world through the lattice. He is in Kitty Yoga "Meatloaf" pose.

Yay for no cancer in other places! It is a tiny silver lining, but I should be grateful that at least I'm not claustrophobic or bothered by needles. My only claustrophobia involves too many people in a small space. If they did MRIs on several people at one time, I'd be in trouble.

My father could talk a blue streak, but he didn't really chat up strangers. My mother will talk at length with any stranger, any place and at any time. Will she call up old friends? No, because she's convinced they think they're better than she is and will wait for them to call.

Glad for the good news, all things considering, Dana.

Work is driving me nuts. One very labor intensive, tedious project was supposed to come to me Monday with my results on Wednesday. I didn't get it until today but at least they let me know things were delayed each day it got pushed. I have a huge deadline today but needed data from the accounting group who didn't even start pulling numbers until today - so we are reviewing and commenting as fast as possible instead of as thorough as possible. I hate working this way. Not that I want to slow poke through things, but I want the chance to know I've reviewed something thoroughly and I'm putting my approval on something I actually approve. ::Headdesk:: ::Headdesk:: ::Headdesk:: (Though, I don't even have a desk).

I have borne out the adage that women marry their fathers. Daddy was chatty with people who wandered by, and he had people who would drop by his upholstery shop just to shoot the breeze. I seem to have a soft spot for men who would happily hang out with their cronies on a bench in front of the general store.

The person in accounting, who is messing up, is so lucky it isn't annual review time. I'm one of her observers and based on the last few months...she wouldn't like what I have to say, not that any of it would be a surprise. Though, maybe this is a ploy to bottom out and then come back and win me over so by the time it is review time she has "marked improvement". Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Get your crap done that should have been done over a week ago. And COMMUNICATE.

One bummer regarding working from home is that the liquer cabinet is right there. And oh so tempting. But I still have a few hours worth of work to do.

I'm working from our lovely hotel room in Chicago today and right now am doing required corporate training (the very height of boring) while sitting next to a bottle of sparkling wine in an ice bucket. I am a Great American Hero for not pouring myself a glass of it right now. I will abstain so I can get room service oj and make mimosas with my husband tomorrow morning. (If it's raining like it's supposed to be. If it's not raining we need to rent bikes and go for a ride. I don't know what weather to wish for!)