In Acrobat Pro, it's just Save As Excel Worksheet.

The person with the original spreadsheet is also the person with full Acrobat. I'm stuck with PDF Creator, which is a bit wilfull about anything you ask it to do, so I wouldn't even try this with it.

Except I really should, shouldn't I? Despite it having embarrassed me in front of all the company presidents yesterday...

Why is my spelling so much worse than it was ten (even five!) years ago?

I need to steal/be inspired by the style of wings on that owl--I'm having major feather blockage, and a few pictures that need it resolved.

This weekend I must - MUST - gird my loins and clean my entire wretchedly messy house. My reward will be to get to hire a cleaning service again.

I'm thinking of donating my huge heavy 1970's-era solid oak and mahogany desk to make room in my office for the treadmill. Because the treadmill is fucking up my feng shui in the living room. And because I don't really NEED a "real" desk anymore, being as I work almost exclusively from my laptop on the couch. But I kinda don't want to. I like my ridiculous space-eating dark-matter desk.

Although this house has more space, it has smaller rooms than I've had before, and most of my furniture is too big. Alas, I'm attached to most of my furniture. Dilemma.

I had been dreaming about pancakes for about 3 weeks. I have not had pancakes for about 3 years I think. I honestly don't remember the last time I had pancakes.

I had pancakes today. They were better than I had any right to expect. Just the bomb. I also had about 2 scrambled eggs (!) and sausage.

I was worried that I was going to have a sugar coma and crash soon after eating, but I'm okay. It wasn't the best, but I figure eating it once a year, I can deal.

I have no earthly idea what I'm doing this weekend.

Me neither AND IT'S FUCKING GREAT

SUSHI

I hope we can make it work! I'm currently waffling on where I want to stay. I think it'll make more sense for me to stay in a hotel in SF and take the shuttle down to Mountain View.

You misspelled Houston and New Orleans!

Well, if the work trip to Canada doesn't happen... (it'll probably happen, though.)

Oh, and Allstate redeemed themselves, for those playing along with the home game of My Life.

They have sushi in SF too, and wasn't there talk of taking you out for oysters?

Of course, lately I am not doing very well with being able to work in SF when people visit, but it could still happen.

Just catching up in here after a couple of days.

With regards to the 10 on the pain scale, in my case it meant so much pain that I couldn't talk, and when the paramedics got the gurney rolling towards the ambulance I vomited from the pain. As Kristin said, I sweated through every inch of my clothing, and I honestly couldn't imagine how I was going to survive the ride to the hospital, and this was in the middle of the night, on empty streets, with lights and siren on. I didn't think I'd be able to last the trip and the hospital is less than 5 miles from our house.

Once I was in the ER, they had to do tests before they could give me pain relief. You know how in movies there's always that one guy somewhere in the back of the ER just screaming, that was me. I was incoherent. When they finally got cleared to give me pain meds, they maxed out what they could give me in morphine and there was no change in the pain. Finally after they moved up to dilaudid , it brought the pain down to the point that I could answer a few questions. After that it took a patient controlled pump of dilaudid to keep the pain under control. The lock out was set to 30 minutes, and I learned that by 20 minutes the pain started coming back and I set a time on my phone for 30 minutes because I would just sit there for the last 10 minutes repeatedly hitting the button until the pump would trigger as the pain ramped up. That's how I spent most of the first week in the hospital. I don't remember much of it because the only way I could manage the pain was to use the pain meds every 30 minutes 24 hours a day.

The doctors said that the best way to describe what was happening was that I was having an extreme chemical burn on the inside of my abdomen. I've had kidney stones, gall bladder attacks, and a pilenidic cyst lanced, and I thought all of them were horrible at the time, and they didn't even come close to registering this level of pain.

I had to live with it for a few weeks, I have so much respect for you ita ! that you can somehow make it though the day with the level of constant pain you are under. I still get a little freaked out any time I get a small pain twinge in my abdomen, and I had a really hard time even setting foot in a hospital for about a year after all of this.

Um, okay I'm not sure where all of that came from.

Wow Noise, so sorry you had to go through that. And even sorrier ita ! has to go what she goes through all time.

Oh and ita ! I have no idea of how well this works, but there is a free pdf reader that includes access to a website for converting pdf text tables to Excel at no charge [link] . Their profit in the free reader is to try and persuade you to upgrade to a paid product that does not require going through a website.

Thanks, Typo. I ended up replacing the hard returns and it's done already. But I'll keep them in mind for the future. Because it will happen again, now that few people here qualify for a full Acrobat license.