Stomach~ma to all the teacups, and especially restful sleep~ma to sj. I'm so sorry; your entire family badly needs a break.
All available digits crossed for Mac's apartment hunt!
Hec and I are caffeinated and I've cleared away just enough counter space to assemble spanakopita triangles for hors d'oeuvres today and tomorrow. The first time I did them they were a mess, but last time (about a year ago) I got in a nice groove and zipped through a very large batch in record time, like the Greek version of those grannies you see in the back of Chinese restaurants gossiping and assembling trays of perfect dumplings without ever even looking at their hands. I really hope I hit that groove again, though at least they'll taste good even if they look like a mess.
I'm kind of stunned at how not-stressed and non-despairing I am at work, now that my beloved manager is in remission and back at work and diligently protecting her admins' well-being and workloads. It's deeply frowned upon here for underlings to give holiday presents to their superiors, but I just want to shower her with *all* the gifts. Maybe a present for her 8-year-old instead of her? It's always good to get a present for someone's kid, isn't it?