Today I:

• Got up at 4 am to get to work.
• Walked to the office with icy snow blowing sideways into my face.
• Went to meetings and meetings and meetings and…yea. More meetings.
• Ate two really spicy chicken tacos for lunch.
• Fielded calls from relocation people and mortgage banks that want my business.
• Wrote 17,386 emails – none of them personal.
• Changed the desktop background on my laptop.
• Answered a phone call from Shortman telling me he didn’t know where my good pen is.
• Missed the first 40 minutes of House.
• Watched the last 20 minutes anyway.
• Drank only coffee, tea and water.
• Read and commented on a couple of blogs…
• Checked out a link Mr. Hot sent me of a really nice townhouse in Chicago.
• Walked to the hotel in the same icy, sideways snow.
• At 7:30 p.m.
• Called Mr. Hot to say goodnight.

Today I did not:

• Eat dinner.
• Answer personal emails.
• Write anything compelling.

—- This week is going to be another one where I ponder the “Work/Life Balance” question. —-

Just some stuff.

• Work this week ended at 10:30 p.m. on Friday with the release of our contract draft.
• It’s all football, all the time, at my house this weekend. Both kinds. But Aussie Rules. However, if we actually got the AFL, we’d be watching.
• Oh, and basketball. Let’s not forget basketball.
• Spent this morning taking the dog for his walk through the woods. Now he’s asleep on the back of the couch and my ass hurts from walking up and down the hills in crunchy snow up.
• Mr. Hot mentioned Pamplona – where they run with the bulls. Then he mentioned something about Tomato Tossing. And I had to look it up. And it really exists. What’s weirder? That it exists or that my husband knew about it?
• I spend an awful lot of time lately browsing Ravelry and drooling over the photos of yarns.
• I see I completely missed DeLurker day, what with my being buried under exhibits 6, 6-A, 6-B, 13, 12, 17-A and 17-B, and the ever popular 4-C. Also, 3A through G about killed me. If you’re a lurker here, will you click comments and say Hi?

  

• My o key still refuses to work unless I really pund n it. Now my period (the punctuation mark, nt the other one) is acting wnky, to. I think there’s ptato chip crumbs in my keybard.
• I started my annual “This year’s taxes” folder today. I hate tax time. This year, I’m hiring an accountant – what with the severance pay and the self-employment-bit and the new job – I’m far too scared to actually go it on my own.
• I’m going to go knit now.

—- I think I just won the award for the lamest Saturday post ever. —-

The day in Chicasnow included:

1 car splashing slush all over my pantleg on the way to work this morning.
2 people falling on their asses in the middle of the slick street.
3 meetings where people shook their heads sadly when I mentioned I was trying to fly home tonight.
2 flights cancelled before mine.
40 minute 1 hour delay of my flight. So far.
8 to 14 inches of disgusting white stuff.

—- 7,268 people waiting in O’Horror with me. —-

Amazing things that have happened ALREADY this year:

• The sun has been shining and the sky has been blue ALL DAY today!
• Shortman brought all of the dishes he used during yesterday’s Myth Busters marathon viewing out of his room upstairs. WITHOUT being asked!
• Mr. Hot said yesterday was his BEST BIRTHDAY EVER! Considering how many he’s had, that’s high praise, indeed. (snort)
• West-by-Gawd-Virginia University lost their football bowl game AND their basketball game yesterday. Marshall University won. (Go Herd! Although in the interest of being completely honest, Marshall’s win came last year.)
• I went to the mall with Shortman so that he could get his glasses repaired (freakin’ nose pads) and we walked out WITHOUT SPENDING ANY MONEY!
• I finished “>the circular needle project and it may actually BE WEARABLE!

(Pictures to follow.)

• There’s still chocolate covered cashews left – even ONE WEEK after getting the box from MomandDad.

Shit I could do WITHOUT this year (already):

• The ‘o’ on my keyboard getting stuck repeatedly.
• Discovering that my jeans are WAY tighter than they were before this season started.
• COLD. Fucking single-digit weather.
• A fruit salad dumped in the front seat of my car (courtesy of Shortman.
• Thinking about a 4 a.m. alarm two days from now.

—- Oh, and home delivery of wine legal in Michigan again. THAT goes on the first list. —-

In bullet form:

• It’s snowing sideways.
• Shortman is out snowboarding.
• He took my car to go snowboarding.
• The hill is 40 miles away.
• His phone is dead or turned off.
• My fingernails may not survive until he gets back.
• I’d like to go finish reading my book.
• I’m about 1/2 way through.
• I am reading a new policies and procedures manual instead.
• I know you’re envious.
• I did get to stay in Michigan this week though.
• Santa brought the cats a new toy mouse.
• The dog killed and ate it.
• Yes, even the plastic bits.
• I’m wondering if the stuffing will reappear.
• Y’know. Sometime.
• We’re supposed to go see these girls tonight.
• If my car makes it home.
• I just wrote a big freakin’ check to the University for the winter semester.
• If I kill him for not charging his phone and letting me know he’s okay in this BLIZZARD, can I get a refund?
• No, really. It’s snowing harder now.
• Shit. Seriously. White-out conditions.
• Okay, it’s stopped now.
• I’m making progress on my knitting project.
• If it’s wearable, I’ll show you when it’s done.
• If I can figure out how to end it.
• Kind of like this post.

—- Here, say hi to the cutest nephew in the world. He loves his Aunt Ree Ree. —-

Edited to say: Shortman made it home. In one piece. We made it to the basketball game. They lost.