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Writing an entry this early in the morning is appealing, but I'm afraid its charm isn't enough to lever my butt out of bed early on a normal work day. And doesn't it just figure that on the day I could sleep in, I have all this motivation not to?
High/Low
High: Playing hookey!
Low: Calvin's feeling crummy. Poor baby. And he looked daggers at me when I, in perfect health, told him I was taking the day off today.
Current Obsession
Getting my "list" done.
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Michael's surprise. Notified readers know what it is. You non-Notified folks, you see what you're missing?
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Nothing. Listening to the news in the background. "3! TV! The place with more stuff!"
A Year Ago
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I reveal the best way to cook and consume a lobster. Plus my Top Secret Recipe for Baked Potato Soup.
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I woke up with Calvin this morning, and pretty much made up my mind as soon as I opened my eyes to take a mental health day. My boss, I'm sure, will be rather understanding as she's fully aware of the hell the last two weeks at work have been. Plus, bonus of bonuses - remember me mentioning the program that I've owned for three years, that I thought I would finally be able to pass on to another? It's in one of my entries - I forget which one and I'm too lazy to go find it and link to it. Yeah, well, guess what. Apparently management thought that I performed so well during the audit, they want me to continue to own the program. Management has "confidence" in me. They feel "comfortable" with me and are sure that I can make the program a "continued success". Handed to me in complementary terms so that I would bite down on the whining fuss I wanted to make. I thought I was *done*. Sigh.
Ah, well. I told my manager outright that I wasn't going to think about it at all until after the holidays. So, I'm not.
Back to my mental health day. Some people would plan to do nothing but laze about in bed all day. Nap. Read a book. Watch TV. Eat. Not this chickie. I have a HUGE list of things I want to do, and am actually *looking forward* to doing, of all things. Clean the house. Get Michael's room ready for his homecoming. Go to Trader Joe's and see what kinds of weird foods I can buy and ick Calvin and Marie out (Marie has been known to quote "You eat the weirdest stuff!" Feta cheese is *not* weird.). Maybe work out (maybe, although I don't really have to start until New Year's, to coincide with my resolution that I'll keep up with until mid-February and then forgo with the startling regularity that has comprised my resolutions for time immemorial). House to Home is going out of business and all prices have been "Slashed At Least 30-50%!", and we need towels, so I'll check that out. And while I'm up there, there's a Circuit City across the street at which I'll pick up a new battery for the digital camera (which died right after I took the above picture, and right before I could take a picture of the holiday ornaments and decorations we got in a box received from my sister Susan last night). Somewhere in there Marie has to be dropped off and picked up from school. Gypsy's still doing that stupid "reverse sneeze", so I have to pick up a refill on her allergy prescription. There's hamburger thawing on the counter that just begs to be made into meatloafy goodness. I need to get Christmas presents for AB, M, and AB's daughter. The in-state family member's Christmas cards need to be mailed (out of state cards were mailed yesterday). The laundry hamper is full, and there's clothes in there I want to wear out partying tonight, so I'll wash 'em. And the rest, while I'm at it. The dogs have been sleeping inside at night as of late (Arizona. Desert. You'd think "hot", or at least "mild", even in December, but no, it was 26 degrees last night. And Calvin *still* slept with the window open. Feel sorry for me.), so all the bathroom rugs need to be washed.
I seem to be a fan of parenthetical comments, today.
And last, but not least, when it's all said and done - I shall take a bubble bath. Yes, ye of little faith, there will still be time. OODLES of time. Before I have to pick Marie up from school at 3:50, all the above shall be done. I have proclaimed it.
Here's something fun. Remember in the old days when you'd take pictures with a camera, and drop the roll of film in your purse/in your dresser drawer/in the car glovebox, forget about it, develop the film six months later, and be completely surprised at the pictures you forgot you took? Well, this is similar to that, but not exactly. When I took the camera out this morning to take the picture of the desk and the ornaments, I found a disk already in it. Lo and behold, Calvin had taken a picture of the hail we got last week. Weird, freaked out, non-desert weather we're having lately.