Month: October 2018

It’s been bally ages since I got sick… I’ll check my temp tomorrow morning and if I’m still coughing I’ll call in sick.

Keith was here to finish watching Predator with us.

My nose is running like a tap. Lovely, hunh?

We have no plans for Thanksgiving. I cooked up some harvest veggies yesterday but that was my only concession to the weekend. Back to work tomorrow unless I think I’m too dangerous to be around babbies.

I got a lot of work done, worked alone for a while without panicking, did a lot of shredding, folded some laundry, showed off my NYRB letter to the boss lady, and closed up and locked the office by myself for the first time.

Jeff found the dead rat and removed it. Watching TV has returned to being a pleasant activity.

I have a four year old grandson. I mean, developmentally he’s been four about six months, but it clicked over. Don’t know when I’ll hear from them for the birthday gathering, but I’m looking forward to it.

I’m working on a new fic and continuing to edit HS.

I’m working late tonight as there’s a meet and greet that I am supposed to profitably attend… so I’m going in a bit late. I’ll prob’ly be home around 8 since I can’t imagine not stopping for food, so Jeff eat that last chicken breast…. To celebrate that I don’t have to leave the house until 8:30 I have put on two loads of laundry.

Something dead has decided to be smelly in the pinball room. All part of having Buster bring new friends home.

Found out Katie nearly died in a workplace accident in the last week. Man, there’s nothing like that to reduce your current complaints to one damned sharp point.

 

Jeff continues to be awesome, which is what you say about someone when you’re not precisely sure how much money you owe them, although you know you’ll square up shortly…

Keith is wonderful.

Don’t know about Alex and Katie. In the run up to my grandson’s 4th bday all I can say is THANK THE EVERLIVING AND EVERLOVING SPIRIT OF DAVID BOWIE that I raised my family to NOT GIVE A SHIT about birthdays; making it VERY AND EXTREMELY CLEAR that contentment throughout the year means more than performative, competitive, expensive and ultimately vainglorious birthday parenting, so not only do I NOT HAVE TO PURCHASE ONE GODDAMNED THING for my grandson – true in the normal course of events – but I don’t have to feel *guilty* about it. SUP WELL ON THIS WISDOM AND MAY THE MEAL GIVE YOU STRENGTH WHEN YOU NEED IT.

mOm’s home

yay yay yay etc hoorah

She’s well enough to be coherently telling family stories; I include the coherently for pOp’s benefit.

I popped into Ted’s office – same building as me can you believe it? he was Keith’s first boss when he gradded and talked to the receptionist D. and honestly, it was nice to see how well Keith was remembered.

Popped into Pinball Alley. I may unload some stuff there, but the reason I went in was to source a cute piece of neon. Found half a dozen things in there that were at the fOlks’ place before the trek west. Sigh. Nostalgia weighs a ton, seriously.

 

That’s going to be name of my netflix comedy show, see if it isn’t.

Anyway, those were the results. Whatever was wrong has resolved, and it either won’t come back or it’ll be obvious next time, either way, joy.

mOm comes home today. I bet everybody is completely relieved.

Somebody who really likes destiel fic must have recommended me somewhere, because my kudos had dropped off to nothing and now suddenly I have three more subscribers and I’m getting four or five hits a day and comments again, which is lovely.

Went to the Philosopher’s Café Keith moderated last night (and why not, it was 15 bus stops from work) and it turns out I work in the same building as his first boss after he graduated as an optician. Vancouver really is the world’s biggest small town.

It was interesting, but I got to spend some time with Keith in a setting I don’t normally see him in so I’m thoughtful today.

I worked through another chapter of HS… getting closer.

Doc this morning.

So some midwife in the UK has announced that your *** gets dry in the winter and it affects your sex life and I CAN HARDLY WAIT  to get to work to hear what a number of the smartest women I know, being midwives, will have to say about that. IT WILL BE AMUSING AT THE VERY LEAST.

I am feeling way better than I did on Saturday morning and am now looking forward to oatmeal, coffee and a shower before I try to get into work maybe twenty minutes early.

Working away on edits for HS for a few minutes this morning.