I got up early for a work meeting, fucked around, ate an early lunch, and now I need to shower so I can go to therapy.
Someone tell me to get up and go shower.
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I got up early for a work meeting, fucked around, ate an early lunch, and now I need to shower so I can go to therapy.
Someone tell me to get up and go shower.
Get up and shower, Dana!
Get your cupcake, Jesse!
We're back to our 9/80 schedule in January and this year MLK weekend will be 4 days for me, score! And the company winter party is NOT that weekend like it usually is, so actual real time off entirely away from work!
go shower Dana!
Sr Director just came through with her Xmas gifts - usually some piece of cookware we have a lot of excess inventory in. This year it's a set of 21 Lock&Lock storage containers, this is a brand new line for us so pretty exciting!
The zoo was, in fact, a zoo last night. My family driving from Oxford spend an hour in traffic coming up Vine street from the highway.
Ugh. That area is a mess on a normal day, let alone a warm-ish day the last weekend before Christmas when everyone wants to go the the Festival of Lights.
Ooh, that sounds like a good gift.
I have vacuumed everything (floors and seating), and cleaned the back corners of the bathroom floor. I think it's just surfaces left? Which means I should properly take everything off the kitchen counter and really clean that. We'll see.
So sitting down turns out to have been a mistake.
I started today pretty much ready to burn everything down with fire, and calmed myself down with a lot of coffee and some breakfast. It's possible I'm getting sick, or maybe it was breathing in the mold downstairs when I used the treadmill last night.
It's 2pm and I still haven't had lunch, so I'm eating some yogurt, a handful of nuts, and a clementine and calling it good enough.
I will not be dealing with the email that sent me into a towering inferno of rage this morning until later in the week. Unless it "slips" to next week when I'm only in office for one day.
So sitting down turns out to have been a mistake.
Getting up is hard.
Matilda seems to have recovered (mostly) from her little snively cold in time to go ice skating with her friends this afternoon.
I have a present for everybody but I need to do a few more small gifties to round things out.
The fridge is already packed and my plan for xmas morning is to focus on Things That Small Delicious. So I think a combo of fresh coffee, frying bacon and cinnamon rolls should work. I'll do a little frittata with that for the protein.
But I'm also planning on doing a big spread of FORBIDDEN bagels for JZ tomorrow morning. It is time for the Great Carb Indulgence.
I got Emmett a cashmere hoodie for xmas. I think that counts as a twofer since his girlfriend will get the benefit of cuddling up next to him and petting the cashmere.
I did some last minute chores, and now I'm making gingerbread for a friend. I just need to pack and wake up at an early hour for tomorrow's flight. So, basically, I'm binge watching Watcher.