Sue, yikes! And your house is so small! My brother and sister in law stayed with me at Christmas (on one day's notice) and by the end I was starting to spend all my time reading in my bedroom.

I was so looking forward to my coworker coming back from vacation today (I was alone in the office all last week). Now he's sick at home, and I'm alone again! Oh well. I think he's coming in tomorrow.

Back at work after 2 weeks away. I have 289 new emails. Do not want.

I feel even more justified in my staying one night each with three different people this weekend. I know houseguests are a hassle, no matter how much you like them!

I actually ended up coming back through NYC, and am currently on the High Line killing a couple of minutes before my train. Nice!

Also, when I do laundry at a laundromat, I fold it there so the creases don't set on the way home. Also they have a table for that.

When I do laundry at the laundromat, I fold there. I usually bring hangers, too, but when I went, it was in a car.

I think I have the worst of both worlds- my laundry is just one washer dryer for 11 units, and I have to go outside to get to it.

What I came here to post is that I am sad that June Thomas is no longer on Slate's Culture Gabfest. She was my favorite (I guess she was just a sub for someone, but I just started listening because of her!)

What I came here to post is that I am sad that June Thomas is no longer on Slate's Culture Gabfest. She was my favorite (I guess she was just a sub for someone, but I just started listening because of her!)

I know!!! I had completely forgotten she wasn't a regular until she left, and now I'm sad.

A vague departure date is nobody's friend.

I have orientation today, which means I go to the other corporate site and it's a shorter day (sort of, I have already done a little work from home and I'm sure I'll do more this evening, but my in-the-office time is shorter) so I'm having a leisurely morning.

Royal baby watch! Though not a birth-and-post.

June was definitely my favorite, too. Not only do I like what she has to say, I could listen to her voice all day. Especially when Warby Parker was the sponsor. Oh, speaking of which, I got to explain shipping to a friend this weekend, talking about the Bert and Ernie New Yorker cover.

This pitch for a new line of journals is cracking me up:

These beautiful journals were designed by Angee Robertson. Growing up with divorced parents and moving quite often, Angie's journal was the one constant she had in her life. It was her confidant and her best friend. In 2006, she became really frustrated at the lack of options available in journals for women. She thought to herself: “Why aren't there any pretty journals that are also functional, laying flat when opened so I can actually write in them?” So she set out on what would be a four-year journey to develop a way to provide journals for women that were not only functional, but beautiful as well.

I don't know what part amuses me more, the "four-year journey" to create these journals, the emphasis on journals for women (Why do only men get to have functional journals? SEXISM!!), or the idea that the world needs another fucking line of journals in the first place.