My pillows have no money. They are really failing.

Slightly related: people, my magical heated mattress pad is on its last leg! It has a setting that will turn itself off after 10 hours if you don't turn it off before that. However, now it's started turning itself off after 3 or 4 hours. I think that may be a sign it's time to get a new one. I mean, I'm *glad* it's turning itself off early if that means we won't get flambeed while we sleep. But clearly it's time to get a new, presumably safer, one.

And really, it's 7 years old, which is probably an exceptionally long run for a heated mattress pad.

And really, it's 7 years old, which is probably an exceptionally long run for a heated mattress pad.

It's just a case of the seven year heated mattress itch.

(Now that sounds wrong.)

I haven't left the house since Monday, myself, except to bring the trash bin up on Tuesday. That was enough. Cold and windy. Today it's 11 degrees. But it's supposed to be 50 on Sunday! Please let that be the end of winter.

I hope those poor dogs get back to their owners, and the humans gett back home safely too. What a terrible thing.

I just wish it wasn't so cold out. Poor little boos.

I should probably feel guilty that it is relatively warm here, just foggy, and that I have the day off tomorrow. But I don't. Wish I could share, though!

The filter is breaking on the french press I use at work, though. It's not like I don't have any trials and tribulations.

No sign of van or dogs yet.

Oh, no! Doggies!

I put on my epic winter coat and begrudgingly came to the office today. I see a lot of empty desks from people who probably are working from home. I would have done that, but I have meetings to run and it's awkward to do that from a laptop with cats on your keyboard.

I just chatted with an internal recruiter, and I guess my Dublin interview went better than I thought. They think I'm good and are trying to find a role for me, since the one I interviewed for was too junior for my experience level.

Who carjacks puppies!?!? Poor little boos.

It is cold outside, but hot in my office.

Who carjacks puppies!?!?

An asshole, that's who!

I just overheard the person who sends the emails about our office being open (every day but one so far this winter) talking about how she's been mostly working from home for weeks. Fuck you, lady!

I will blame the money pillows on the drugs. Sadly, all my pillows are just filled with feathers.

Several years ago, in New York, Siegfried and Roy had a van containing some of their tigers stolen. They went on all the TV and radio stations begging the thieves to return the van and for God's sake, don't open the back doors. About half an hour later an anonymous call came into the police saying the van was in a particular alley. Tigers were all safe, no one was reported to have been nibbled on.