I have a fair amount of don't wanna myself. I should be so happy -- no storm this weekend OR today! It's been a month since we could say that here.

I know! This is the first Monday TCG has worked in a month. I have a cold, but I should at least get out long enough to go to the drugstore.

OK. Mammogram done (ow ow ow). Now we're in the part where I just pray the phone doesn't ring to ask me to come back.

~ma, Susan.

Warm enough for snow melt, not warm enough for me to want to leave the house. Ugh.

I am still trying to convince myself that I can overcome my don't wanna.

I have compromised and am working from home today because it's too cold. I'm not sure how much actual work I'll get done today, but maybe more coffee will help.

I have compromised and am working from home today because it's too cold. I'm not sure how much actual work I'll get done today, but maybe more coffee will help.

I was tempted to call in sick today because I am so tired. But I ended up sleeping late and driving to work. But now I find I cannot brain, despite two cups of tea.

I was vaguely thinking that I wanted cherry danish this morning (actually a cherry cheese danish but I'm not sure that even exists as a thing outside my head) and then my boss randomly brought in assorted pastries. Everything is coming up -t!

But on the bright side, Hec just sent me the complete recordings of Josie and the Pussycats. So the day is looking up.

My day is not, as I keep getting emails that make me want to punch people in the face.

Quiet phone~ma, Susan.

I've pretty much wrapped up my presentation for the interview I have in NW Michigan on Wednesday. At some point today I want to get a walk in and make some soup. And then the packing.

Poor, poor Cumberbatch: his acting talent was unequal to the task of putting a believable smile on his face when Redmayne's name was called.

Being English got them both Oscar Points, but disabled is going to beat out gay.