Best of wishes for your mother, Scrappy.
Plane is finally boarding. I can come out of alert mode. I woke up an hour early, restive, and have been anxious ever since. That's why i like this milestone in any plane trip--you're no longer in control. What's forgotten is left behind, you can't buy another one, soon there will be no phone or internet, and all I have is the niggling worry I sent my parents the wrong PDF. Which is amusing enough that I won't check for a bit. I'm going to figure out how to turn off notifications for work email on my phone (this is one crap app), and then it's incommunicado until Miami.
Later, 'tater tots!
Bye!
It took me 8 minutes to find my car keys this morning, which meant I was late leaving the house, which kind of makes me want to give up on the day, since I am already behind.
The dog's eyeball popped out of her head so we made our third vet visit this month. $100 and some eye goop and hopefully it all clears up.
[That may not be the technical term for what happened.]
Aww, doggie. Get well soon.
I hate when I have, like, five minutes until I have to do something. What am I supposed to do for five minutes? I can't even procrastinate something successfully in five minutes.
Very ew. Prolapsed third eyelid, also known as "cherry eye". Hopefully just conjunctivitis causing swelling, but we'll see.
What Lee said.
Since my commute is almost no time at all now, I'm getting later and later, which will not work. Today I was #13 of 14 waiting for the van. Yesterday I was #14.
You know what I hate worse than having five minutes until I have to do something? Being five minutes late for something I was supposed to do, and still not being able to do it.
Conform to my will, universe!
What Lee said times 2000! The only thing in the world I am squeamish about is eyeballs! No Eyeballs!!!!
