Wow sarameg, you're getting to see so much of the sausage making

That's a good way to put it!

Um, sarameg, though the Blackhawks turnovers sound like a different kind of amazing.

It's fine. They stopped giving away the puck and then some awesome shit happened.

I do think this whole drama has given me a fair bit of sausage making sources that will serve me well in the future, as far as getting inside details. As in, the trust me to measure and give feedback, and not blab. I've earned big confidence points. By being really fucking open and honest! Which I am normally (some would say unfiltered) wrt to work, but doing it on the work-life intersection was new. Other than my cats and house projects, my coworkers don't know much about my personal life. I just found out that a coworker of a decade plus assumed I was married until this week.

Well, good! Blackhawks and sausage making.

Oh, y'all, I have to tell this to people who will understand. My one coworker today wanted to tell me about this amazing and bizarre book he's read recently, he thinks it's being made into a TV series: American Gods. It was so cute.

He has no idea the depth of the rabbit hole he might stumble into talking Neil Gaiman with me. I was gentle.

Songs I sing when I can't find my phone (related to songs I sing to my cats as discussed a while back, I feel):

"Where is my phone, my noggy noggy [sometimes "goddamn fucking phone", as it fits the meter and is how a band I used to see sang All For Me Grog] phone? It's all gone to beer and tobacco." etc.

"Where did I put my phone, where did I put that phone. Isn't it a nobby one and just the proper tone? I wish that I could find one just the same as that"...trails off into muttering.

I have checked in for the State Convention. Man, it is going to be crazy tomorrow. Now I'm just hoping the snow predictions are overblown.

Good luck, Suzi!

I just went dancing. I wasn't feeling it but threw on my Chucks to tell myself I didn't have to dance. And then there were apparently two different ladies who decided to have birthday parties! But mostly couples. But still. Danced more than I should have, since my foot is still hurting a bit.

And I spent most of the afternoon putting pictures from the Chile trip online...on Flickr so I could give the link to my parents. Because I don't want them on Facebook.

The street band that set up shop in front of the now-vacant storefront next door is still playing LOUDLY at 1 am. If the faucet hose to my sink could reach the window, it would be Go Time.