Monday
First things first:
Happy Birthday morgoid!
Now the rest:
Dancing this weekend = Mostly yay, except not enough dancing with the Gentleman, and arriving four hours later than anticipated on Friday evening, thereby missing all Friday's activities.
The Gentleman is visiting = YAY! Except that he is leaving tomorrow, and I am sick.
Being sick with a sore-throaty, sniffly, sneezy, head full of styrofoam peanuts, dumb, not-even-interesting kind of cold = BOO with a squinched up grumpy face.
Work = BOO, in general. More on this later.
Okay. I am too mauggey and muzzy-headed to update my LJ. I can't do a workflow review. I can't contemplate what the content should be in a teacher's guide for teachers at Catholic schools. This is teh lame. It's time to give up, and take my germs home to bed.
Happy Birthday morgoid!
Now the rest:
Dancing this weekend = Mostly yay, except not enough dancing with the Gentleman, and arriving four hours later than anticipated on Friday evening, thereby missing all Friday's activities.
The Gentleman is visiting = YAY! Except that he is leaving tomorrow, and I am sick.
Being sick with a sore-throaty, sniffly, sneezy, head full of styrofoam peanuts, dumb, not-even-interesting kind of cold = BOO with a squinched up grumpy face.
Work = BOO, in general. More on this later.
Okay. I am too mauggey and muzzy-headed to update my LJ. I can't do a workflow review. I can't contemplate what the content should be in a teacher's guide for teachers at Catholic schools. This is teh lame. It's time to give up, and take my germs home to bed.