Catching up...brenda, I'm glad the fire was contained to the dryer though I hope the damage is repairable. Scary shit there.

I am guilty of turning the dryer on and leaving, either the house or to go to bed. I should probably not do that.

Today is full of meetings when I'd rather curl up with a book and read/nap the day away. Blast this paycheck thing.

About 10,000 years ago, humans started abandoning the hunter-gatherer lifestyle in favor of farming and technology. And after all those years we have dryers that catch fire?

I'm very tired and my brain isn't working. And I have to call a client to try to figure out a problem for them. Do you think I can just not call the client and claim I forgot how to use a phone?

That's it, I'm going back to gathering. I don't think I can pull off hunting.

Maybe I can follow a herd of ruminants around and steal some milk for making cheese, I do like cheese.

Oh, good an extra urgent task waiting for me from half hour before my day is supposed to start.

There are also bonus cupcakes waiting for me, which takes some of the sting out. But not all.

My coworker is on the phone with a library patron, and is looking up reviews of wine for this patron. Charles Shaw wines. Hee!

I'm very tired and my brain isn't working.

That was me yesterday. I was in such a fog that I was wondering if I'd locked to door on my way out. Because doors, how do they work?

I was slightly more successful at prying myself out of bed this morning. Which is good because I have so much work to do.

Oh, and it's my 7 year work anniversary today.

Congrats, shift. Feeling itchy?

I would have guessed a library patron could afford better than Two Buck Chuck.

Congrats, shrift. I saw somebody on the internet complimenting Google's speed at getting rid of bad ads (although I think they meant something different by "bad") and thought of you.

I am still tickled by the idea of Swede's being all "what do you mean we were supposed to be in church today, didn't you say waffles?" and did, in fact, make my "steak fajita" (more of a roast beef quesadilla, really) in the waffle iron.

My coworker is on the phone with a library patron, and is looking up reviews of wine for this patron. Charles Shaw wines. Hee!

Aw!

Now I'm worried that I'll never know if the dryer is on fire until it's too late anyway, since it's in the basement. And it would take me a while to think any smoke I might smell was coming from inside the house.... Although I'm not going to worry much about it. I was just saying to my mother that worrying about things you can't control makes me crazy -- she was worried our neighbor isn't healing fast enough from his back/neck surgery. She has not idea how well he is healing! He's supposed to be off work two weeks, and it has not yet been one week! Don't spend your mental energy worrying about this! My grandmother did that, and literally made herself sick. It drives me nuts.