Zen and the Art of Containment
I had the impulse to ask for Friday off to have a four-day weekend, but I have stuff that I'll need to finish off on Friday. And it might carry over into Tuesday, so I can't take that off too. But then we'll have some glorious open time.
I looked into New Orleans and Florida for snowbird purposes, and the cheapest way would be to buy a condo in Clearwater, FL. Maybe I could spend a week in New Orleans on the way down.
I could not fall back asleep at all. (The Fitbit agrees.) I finally got up at 6:30 AM and made breakfast and fed the girls.
There's a snafu with my timesheet that I hope won't delay my paycheck. The person who does timesheets for our team forgot to remind me to do mine. Then HR sent an email at 11:45 saying that I needed to do it by noon. I saw the email at noon, but the current timesheet wasn't on the drop-down list. So the timesheet person emailed HR. We'll see what happens. It looks like HR will submit the timesheets. I now have a reminder on my calendar until forever.
I walked my garden. Most of the plants are dealing with the rain okay. (The mint is ecstatic.) However, one of the tomatoes has a yellow leaf, and I don't know why.
Sent an email to my dad asking if I should open a Roth account as well as a traditional retirement account, and he said that it depended on taxes. I'm in the middle of my tax bracket, and there's no way that I could save enough to bump me down.
I'm trying to decide whether to go to the store after piano class. I'm really, really tired, but I'm almost out of bread. I'd like to stay up in case my mom calls about my aunt though.
My mom and my aunt called right before my dinner. The upshot is that, while the doctors can't cure my aunt, they have ways to contain the cancer. They're going to analyze the tumor and see if they can prescribe a hormone to fight it. Next they'll try tamoxifen. And finally, they'll try chemo. My mom and my aunt feel more upbeat.
Had my piano class. My teacher pushes me really hard and doesn't let me get away with sloppy playing even though I'm a beginner. She must think that I can learn. And I really like piano. I'd like to take private lessons, but I can't afford it right now. I'm having a problem with guitar because I really don't like guitar. I need to figure out what to do about it.
I think that I'm going to head towards bed and read a little.
x-posted from Dreamwidth