OMG. It's Friday. Is it 4pm yet?
I take it as not a good when the first thought that pops into my head when I wake up in the morning is, "how long before I can get back in bed?" There are no words for how much I love my bed and my 400 thread count pale purple sheets and my mound of pillows and my two cats who try to hog all the space. Seriously, it's all I can think about this morning.
I guess I don't really want to face the reality at work that we're getting compact shelving (yayayya finally some help for our absolute lack of space problem), but everything in the back has to shifted for the construction. Two hundred plus boxes of comics, more books than I want to fathom this early in the morning, tons of collections that haven't processed, oversized stuff, furniture - I think you get the picture. It's going to be a very unpleasant task, but the end result will be very lovely indeed.
*refuses to think about it until next week when the plans are finalized*
And not to mention all the crazy swings in the weather - 30s for a fews with snow then 70s for a few days - is about to kill my bad knee!! GAH! I could barely get out of bed, they were so stiff. Blech.
In case you missed it, I wrote a ficlet earlier this week called
A Wife Takes a Malfoy Heir for my yahoo group anniversary.
And apparently, my co-worker has
way too much time on his hands.