My condolences, Karl.
True to form, the maintenance guys who were inspecting my tub for leakage yesterday left big grungy footprints in it. So I've been prodded inadvertently into cleaning my tub, and have decided to get a new shower curtain liner rather than try to salvage the existing one.
{{{Karl}}}
Water bottle is a good idea, Jesse.
Go home, flea. Your invisible friend will write you a note saying you are done for the day.
I am testing our upgraded ERP all day today (they call it the "War Room", I don't know why) so my actual work will pretty much have to wait. Oh well.
As I puttered around this morning musing on how I am always too damn tired to do anything after work but then don't sleep well at night, I realized that probably what I need to do is go to the gym immediately after work every day and get some kind of exercise. However, I think Friday is a bad day to start.
Yes, sister of Lee, inappropriate was the idea!
Well, we were amused at least.
I am sorry for your loss, Karl.
Pursuant to last night's conversation, I guess linking to a Sarah Palin book and stripper shoes, plus saying outright that I was trying to get them to give me a real answer wasn't enough of an indication that I was joking, so I have now been labelled Inappropriate.
As you should be! I mean, also hilarious.
I do not know who to root for in that fight.
My kids would love Inappropriate Auntie Lee.
Thanks, everyone. I'm still in that sort of hollowed-out space of grief and madness, but that anger has been inside me for a long, long time.
I cannot begin to thank you enough for giving me a safe place to both grieve and be furious.
Karl, I'm so sorry for your loss, and the grief and anger and all of it. Be here whenever you want to, we're always glad to see your pixels.