Timelies all!

Nova has finished applying her fur to my sweater(that's what I get for wearing black) and left the room. Luna is still lounging on the back of the sofa. I think these two are as much as I can handle at the moment.

::fist pump::

My boss just called to check up on me (note: I have a manager, who's one level above me, and a boss, who's a direct report of the CIO and therefore a number of levels above me--I talk to the manager all the time, and the boss less so). I did a lot of "it's all under control!" assurances on a couple projects, and he said "ita, do you know you're really different now?" I laughed, because I am. He asked me if I knew I was in charge of an extra part of the project, and I told him I'd noticed myself effectively in that position and was taking care of it. I mentioned I'd been having some difficulty with a bit of it, and he offered his help. "Do you remember how I said I had it all under control?" I asked him. He laughed and told me it was a conditional offer, and he had no doubt everything was fine.

HE KNOWS.

I don't need a gold star as much anymore (although the pony and ice cream would be great). It doesn't make the sheer ludicrosity (my word, fuck off, Stephen Fry says it's okay) of the requests go away, but he noticed. I'm touched. He's only the second good boss I've ever had, and having him as a boss is part of the reason I'm getting so much more done so independently (sadly, the other part is a peculiar response to my mother being ill). I didn't tell him that, though, because I couldn't work out how, without sounding like ass kisser supreme.

OMG, if this isn't the epitome of the chuch I grew up in: My mother just interviewed someone recommended by another church member to be the new Sunday school teacher. She's fantastic! Except she's a Muslim. They may still hire her... because how much actual theology is there for six year olds?? Oh, it makes me laugh.

Sorry about the bad link: [link]

Jesse what you missed was this: [link]

mac is being a PITA, so I am staying in another part of the house, cleaning off the TIVO and folding clothes.

I had other stuff to say, but can't remember.

Jesse what you missed was this

THANK YOU SO MUCH! That is the jam.

Really? You want me to have something else done by Monday? I take it all back. The pony better come with a star.

I think being taught Sunday School by someone for whom the theology is an academic subject would be cool. But then I always harassed my Sunday School teachers.

My mother's going to show her the Christmas curriculum before they make a final call....

Islam considers Jesus to be a prophet, don't they? Just not The Prophet?

I am trying to burn through my to-do list before I leave for my weekend. My desk is drowning in paper, and seriously, how much can I do in the next 22 minutes anyway?