Home energy assessment guy just left, so now the question is more tea or a nap?
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
sj, I'd call that a no-lose situation.
sj, I say go nap, choose nap. And then tea afterwards.
Nap then tea. Don't want to have to disturb the nap for having to go to the bathroom.
I'm pregnant there is no such thing as sleep that is undisturbed by the need to go to the bathroom. I'm trying to stay awake long enough to call TCG at lunch to give him a recap of the energy assessment. Then nap and then tea. I should be able to get in an hour before my next scheduled time to eat.
Calli, what Sail said is true. I order from eShakti fairly often, and if you sign the note they leave and post it back on your door, they'll leave it on your doorstep the next day. I've found it to be pretty painless.
I tried that four times and they refused to leave it. Believe me, I signed all the slips.
I keep seeing "eShakti" and I can't stop thinking that it's an online mushroom store.
Calli, that is so weird! Considering we live in the same apartment complex and all, and presumably have the same DHL driver. I can't figure that one out. Grrr, no biscuit!
I missed my nap opportunity talking to TCG, then Mom, and then trying to schedule OB/ultrasound appointments. Time to eat.
Apparently I should have knocked on wood while writing my first post the other night, for I have angered the perverse gods with my cautious optimism and my mom is back in the hospital. Spent most of the afternoon and evening in the Emergency Department before she finally got admitted. Finally got home after 11 last night. She's not in any immediate danger (knock wood), but this will hopefully give them greater incentive to figure out why her potassium keeps skyrocketing, rather than just getting it down and sending her home.
I am WRUNG OUT. I called in to work last night to tell them I'd be in late this morning, but I can't just take a day off because my boss, who almost never gets a break, is on vacation. I can't remember the last time I actually worked 40 hours in a week. I had a stress dream this morning that I got fired. (Which, due to circumstances, there is literally almost zero chance of happening. But still nice when your subconscious decides to get in on the screwing with you). And I keep crying. A few times yesterday I was able to excuse myself for a minute of sobbing, but mostly just a few tears randomly running down my cheeks, but SO MANY TIMES. I tend to be a frustration crier, so not that surprising, but really annoying.
Anyway, any and all ~ma is welcome. And now I really better get back to work if I don't want that almost zero chance to grow.