My father is watching the dam closely. As I suspect hippocampus' father is. Engineers!
As you all may remember, I get feisty on the local listserv when people try to cheat their nannies out of pay, taxes, etc. Someone got on today and asked that everyone post what they were paying so everyone knew they were in "the ballpark." So I sent her a message off list to discuss antitrust laws, and, while they may not apply, there was a moral argument for not trying to suppress wages.
Also, our power is out and we are not supposed to get it back until the wee hours of the morning, so I might be cranky.
First day of actual vacation--eye checkup, all good. Doc baffled why I'm so much happier with unassisted vision than that staring through his thingie of many lenses--possibly because I'm not dealing with lens distortion, and near 20/20 without help makes me very happy. Tomorrow I take the car to the shop to find out why half the time when I turn the key it doesn't do anything. The rest of today: waiting for my eyes to not be dialated and ordering a pizza for dinner. Woo, I live large.
Is today your birthday, Connie? Will there be macarons?
Today is indeed my birthday. Payday is Wednesday. There will be macarons on Wednesday.
Happy Birthday! And enjoy your pizza today! Having macarons to look forward to is pretty good, too.
Happy Birthday!
Stack #2 done at work. Did the other 2 personal To dos, so all work work for the rest of the day.
Happy Birthday Connie!
I did an exploratory shovel down the front steps. The drifts are hip deep. And there's snow and wind forecast for another 12 hours.
Otherwise, it's been a perfectly lazy snowday.
Happy birthday, Connie! I was thinking about getting a heart-shaped pizza just because they are available and they always remind me of the time we set one en flambé for the birthday of one of my dorm-mates in college and he tried to blow it out - towards me. Good times. Anyway, getting one in your honor, Connie, is the perfect excuse!
Taking Monday's remains the best possible gift to myself. As my boss has said a couple of times now, we should all work this schedule all the time; 5 days is too much. After a busy-with-fun weekend, I am spending today in my bathrobe with a pot of tea and supernatural police-procedural novels. Bliss.
I have to go back to the eye doctor next week. I really, really hate the "better 1 ... or 2" ... they're usually close enough that it's impossible to say. After cataract surgery, it seems that my vision isn't changing any more ... but I still have to go through that interminable switching of lenses.
