I blundered. Replied to director that I was relieved I did emergency telecommute and was able to fix the issue postehaste, off hours. Hope that makes me someone to watch in a good way.
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Well blast. At 9pm, I was exhausted and ready to sleep. Two hours later I'm wide awake. The Sandman is being tricksy.
I had a Mexican Hot Chocolate (in DC it happens) It was made with corn milk (pretty sure that is Masa diluted with hot water), dark chocolate, cinnamon, allspice. I'm pretty sure the sweetener was brown sugar. Very good. A quick google of those ingredients says that is Champurrado - makes sense cause Oaxacan food.
I am awake for no reason, the snow is still out there, and my county is saying neighborhoods won't see a snow plow until Tuesday. (Primary roads today, secondary roads tomorrow, little neighborhood streets Tuesday. We're on a ambulance route, so we've already seen snowplows, but none of the side streets have.)
I dread digging out the driveway today. And I haven't looked at the airports, yet. DH is supposed to fly to Austria tomorrow.
I do have plenty of coffee, chocolate and diapers.
My apartment faces the back of the building, which means I need to get dressed to check whether the plows have come by. Maybe later.
Oops. They lost a patient. There's a couple out here in the waiting room freaking out because their friend wandered out of his ER room. The guards are looking for him, kinda. They don't much care. If the guy doesn't want to get stitched up, it's not their issue. The friends have already wandered the streets looking for him, and now they're just losing it.
6:15 AM, Sunday morning. I am at work.
Please let everyone be too involved with the Super Bowl to bother me.
I went candlepin bowling last night, which is as damn tough as advertised -- candlepins are smaller and skinnier than "real" bowling pins, and the ball is about the size of a softball, no holes, and much lighter.
I think I strained all the bowling muscles in my butt....
I should start digging. Don't wanna.
My cat and I seem to be producing more than normal amounts of static electricity. She just rubbed against me, and then went to lick me, and we both got shocked from the lick!