Today is cooler, but not cool enough. It's cool enough that the thought of getting into the pool is a little unappealing, but not cool enough for boots.
It's cool enough that I want to stay in bed, but not cool enough to turn the fans off.
It's cool enough that we can bake, but not cool enough to bake in the afternoon.
I woke up with really swollen gums. Ow. And whyyyyy.
Woke up sick. Tried to catch up, but failed. I had no idea that Steph was getting married. I'm a horrible Buffista.
Today I go in and prostrate myself. Prostrate myself for a boss, for the right to deliver on my boss's promises realistically, for the right to have my broken ankle accommodated. Can't not think about that anymore.
Prostrate myself for a boss
What does that mean? They don't know what group you'll go to yet?
Sorry for all the sick and swollen and frustrated, everyone. It's a Monday. Hang in there.
Yeah. I don't know who I report to, I'm not sure what the expectations are of me, apparently my attendance has been called into question enough that they want to examine my original accommodation for migraines...
So of course I slept like shit, including the ankle. I *need* time back this week, but most of my time off has meant "don't feel guilty about not answering all your email while you work on just one or two things." Don't call my dedication into question, not after this last months and the two weeks of work I did when I couldn't even look after myself. I don't know if I can have that discussion without getting overheated.
Sickness sucks. It should go away and leave us all alone.
I've got two kids home sick (well, one of them is officially an adult), and my throat hurts. Fall, cut it out.
ita, I hope things get straightened out at the office today.
In fun (for me) news, two of the kids at the office just found out about the Animorphs I ghostwrote and they're officially freaking out. So cute.
The doorbell just rang while I was on the phone with my mother, and thankfully I didn't hang up, because it got me out of a conversation with Jehovah's Witnesses. They just handed me a copy of The Watchtower and left.