I am back from Michigan. All three of my nieces had a fast-acting stomach bug at different points of the weekend. I just hope I don't catch it.
Without my desktop, I'm trying to figure out how to watch the TV shows I'm behind on and get podcasts I've already downloaded on my phone. I've got free Hulu casting to my television while I upload mp3s to the cloud. Throwing a wrinkle in these plans is thast my old Chromebook can't seem to stay connected to wifi. Don't know if that's the Chromebook's fault or our internet.
Oh god, one of my coworkers was talking about being up all night with a sick kid. The rub if she gets the stomach thing is that she's been in West Africa recently, so they would totally whisk her off to isolation if she pukes!
Oy, Jesse! Still, better safe than sorry I suppose.
6pm is Zappos, btw. Same company, 6pm is where they sell with deeper discounts becacuse they don't offer free shipping both ways, and the return policy is only 30 days instead of 365. Even though Zappos can be expensive, I sure do like having more than a month to send the shoes back.
I like not having to pay return shipping--I can get it back within 30 if need be but if I can't try them on and see how they fit I don't want to pay to return them!
I neever heard of 65pm before. Interesting. Not that I should be shipping for anything, really.
About a third of my department is out today, no one who sits near me is in yet. Quiet.
I'm revising my work breakfast ham and cheese configuration, using these nifty half-bagels I found at the store. It was a moment of sadness when the thought "Perhaps less cheese" went through my mind. But it's purely from a structural point of view.
How are they half-bagels?
Mmm, cheese.
Note to self: stuff to buy on the way home: dried apricots, olive oil, cream cheese. Because writing it down (and I hope typing it out) helps me remember.
I once saw a young friend, totally unacquainted with East Coast/Jewish tradition, cut bagels in three - top third, bottom third, and a kind of bagel chip from the middle. I guess he'd seen bagel "chips" in the store so he hypothesized.
Luckily he was corrected before a foofooraw occurred in the Con Suite, but it was close.
I can only imagine how many more times I would slice a thumb if I tried to cut bagels like that all the time.