Well, hell. I don't have any of my glasses with except the ones on my face. Which would not be too surprising (annoying, but not surprising) except I know I picked them up and put them somewhere this morning, just apparently not in my bag. Good job, self.

Well, I have a dentist appointment at 11:30, I'll just have to leave a little early so I can swing by my house and look for my glasses, I guess.

Yes! The clouds cleared enough that we could see the moon show for a little while last night.

Hooray! The moon was still all enormous and extra bright on my drive in (I'm going directly east for a good bit with a nice view of the moon over the hills).

Oh good lord, I couldn't find my glasses in my bag because I had already pulled them out and set them on my desk.

It's too early in the day for my brain to just check out on me like this.

I am so tired of living life in 30-day increments. I got another 30-extension for something to pop.

I'll just keep busting my ass, and hope I don't go insane in the meantime.

So it turns out that remembering as you're falling asleep that your headphones are not in your purse and thinking "Remember this in the morning. Remember this in the morning." does not actually work as a strategy for remembering your headphones.

Also, no moon for us last night. Boo.

That sucks, Maria.

That strategy never works for me either, Dana, and yet I keep trying.

I somehow unplugged my keyboard from the computer. That was surprisingly hard to figure out from the symptoms (no idea how I did it, it was clearly plugged in when I logged in and I was not crawling under my desk unplugging things at any point the way I had to to plug it back in).

I don't think I am on board with today and would like to go back to bed.

No moon for us either, Dana. I was bummed.

Also, if you could make that strategy work, you'd be rich.

I don't think I am on board with today and would like to go back to bed.

Co-sign. Can I just have more weekend instead?

Didn't we elect Zenkitty Dictator for Life? Surely she has that power.

Ugh, birthday weekend hangover. I hope Matilda outgrows birthday parties before they kill us.

She had the last piece of fancypants birthday cake for breakfast.

And we'll be eating leftover pizza all week, I expect.

I was very pleasantly surprised to be able to see the eclipse from our back porch. We never get to see anything in the sky in SF, so that was a low expectations exceeded type moment.

Now I must wash socks.