I am trying to figure out when to make the trek up to Vacaville to the Chinese restaurant that makes duck the way I like it. They don't have online ordering, I have to make a phone call, so that's the stressful part.
Those people suck, Epic, I'm sorry you have to put up with them.
It only gets brighter from here on out.
Timelies all!
We're at sea today. Mr. S is behaving terribly, having frequent meltdowns and making a giant mess of our cabin. He clearly needs a nap, but won't take one.
My mother and I just went and hung out for a while by my father's niche at the cemetery (for his birthday), and re-agreed that picking the indoor columbarium was not only the cheapest choice, but also the best, because it is pouring out.
For Christmas, we were going to just hang around and watch Christmas movies and maybe play games, but we got invited for roast beef dinner, so we're doing that, which should be fine.
Happy Solstice!
One of the people who is supposed to get my department content to work on apparently just realized that there will be no one there to work on it for the next week and a half. Boy, howdy, have the files been coming in fast and furious for the past hour. There are 54 minutes to go in my work day.
I just broke Mr. Loomy. I'm listening to the remastered
It'll End In Tears
by This Mortal Coil, and he made a comment about "I was going to suggest a drum solo coming in here, but I figured you wanted to hear the song uninterrupted." During the next song, he started making drum solo noises. After I said "This is one of my favorite albums, and I am going to fuck you up", he couldn't stop laughing.