I'm staying here at work until 2:30 and then heading over to my dietician for my one-month appointment (and weigh-in--looking forward to that!), and then heading over to the grocery store to pick up some stuff for dinner tonight and chili making tomorrow.

My boss just called; both she and my other co-worker who is not on vacation this week are working from home, so it's going to be just me to cover any emails from editors. Considering how empty the parking lot is today, I'm guessing I won't really need to worry about being inundated with queries.

Someone decided to take Office Space up a notch.

So, the woman on NPR whose name I can never figure out? Doualy Xaykaothao. Yeah, that's why.

You mean Dew-a-lee Sigh Cow Tao?

Ha. That`s...kinda awesome. At least no one (else) was hurt?
 
I woke up to snow this morning, but I brought the firewood up last night. That`s a lovely rural feeling. And I have the new birdseed container, so I was able to refill the birdbath with my teakettle this morning, and set out fresh seed. I feel all winter-routiney and it`s only the first day of winter.

I love reporter names on NPR.

I am home with the kids and the roofers are here! It's like my own personal This Old House! I think they are doing a good job. I am trying not to stalk them too closely. (If it was actually Tom Silva working on the house, I would have already fainted in fangirl glee, so luckily it is only our neighbor the contractor. Our porch is in SAD shape.)

Ooh, Doualy Xaykaothao is Hmong-American! I sort of assumed Chinese, based on not knowing how her name was spelled.

I'm exhausted and squinty. There's hardly anyone in my office. I'm trying to figure out if I've forgotten anything. Although we're allowed to leave at noon, my train isn't until four.

Damn damn damn, the cafeteria is closed today, and nobody made that clear yesterday. I'm hungry, and I just wanted tuna fish. Damn.