Ugh, Tom. I've been there.

We technically have a full day tomorrow, but that never actually happens. I expect I'll be out by about 1, assuming the project I'm trying to wrap up doesn't go funky. Then I'm off until the 4th trying to use up the last of my PTO. I'll still have a couple of days that hopefully I can take in January, though technically it's use-or-lose.

I'm WFH today and don't have a ton to do, so I'm hoping to get some laundry and packing and stuff done.

Doesn't help that I slept squat diddly last night, and feel like hell.

They did a study somewhere that said you looked better if you slept more. Well, duh. Give me your grant money, and I'll let you use my mirror.

I need to start packing! And do laundry!

I have work to do but I am super unmotivated!

I'm working from home. The one thing on my plate requires IT input, and the IT person involved is on vacation until the 27th. So much for that.

I am awake, foiled in my sleeping in plan by my pastor who called me to remind me about a meeting Dave has. I know! And I can`t tell him, because he`s already left for the meeting. Which isn`t until an hour from now! Grump. Well, I suppose I should have gotten up anyway.
 
Dave`s present should arrive today and my refurb Nook should be here tomorrow. I am having a big Christmas, I tell you what. I did not get people as awesome presents as they got me.

I feel so much better today than yesterday, during which I was exhausted, cranky, and desperate to get off of work early. When I got home yesterday at 3:00, I ate a mid-afternoon early dinner (baked potato with sour cream from Wendy's) and then slept for two hours. I woke up feeling much better, and then proceeded to eat a second dinner. I had the munchies so bad!

Today's going to be really quiet here, I can tell. I'll get stuff done and then probably leave a bit early, by 5:00 (got in at 9:45). Tomorrow, they're going to be letting us go home early anyway, but I'm outta here at 2:30 due to my dietician's appointment at 3:00, where I'll be able to weigh in and see how much I've lost since my last doctor's appointment on the 9th.

From yesterday:

Another important Matilda query, very plaintively stated, "Daddy, when I get older will you buy me a rubber chicken?"

I am Matilda! I always wanted a rubber chicken, but didn't get one until 2001, when I went to a BookExpo convention and some publisher was handing them out in conjunction with a joke book. It was a great cubicle decoration until it finally got all dried out and I had to toss it a year ago. I think my obsession with them developed after I saw Divine Madness, when Bette Midler was using one as a purse.

It rained overnight but I'm hoping it doesn't come back until this evening, so I can take Maggie the Girl and Emmett to Chinatown and North Beach.

(She is "Maggie the Girl" to distinguish her in Matilda's mind from her first daycare provider, also named Maggie. Maggie the Girl is Emmett's godsister.)

After I collect them both from the East Bay we'll be going straight to Zazie for gingerbread pancakes.

Then a quick tour through the Haight then Chinatown/North Beach with maybe lunch at Mario's Bohemian Cigar Store. (I love the foccacio bread sandwiches they make there, all oven-hot and delicious.)

Tomorrow we'll do the Mission, I think. Maybe some Noe Valley to get some cherry-chocolate bread.

And also, I'll be finishing up my shopping while I'm touring them about.

I am saddened that Shelly West doesn't appear to have music available online, thus preventing me from buying "José Cuervo."

My Christmas gift (from a combination of people) arrived last night. A shiny new iPod Touch. It's nifty and I downloaded my Novelette from iBooks which was fun, but, you know, I've already read it.

I've decided on Inception and Ms Pettigew lives for A Day as my travel movies.

This is very important!