I have to pack for Grandma's in Richmond, where it will be mid-seventies, and LA, where it won't be that warm. El Nino is keeping me on my packing toes.
'Ariel'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It's going to be 80 degrees on Christmas in New Orleans.
Yeah here too, 82 and thunderstorms! Woo!
It's now official (sort of): LDB is the worst.
I intended to get up and go to work at a reasonable time this morning, but jetlag is being a beast. I didn't really wanna go to my 9am and 9:30am meetings, so I have declined them, figuring I would mostly be incoherent.
My new goal is just to make it into to work so I can do two things. No, three things. That is all.
I figure I'm owed a few days considering I lost the last three weekends to international work travel.
I am feeling vindicated! I ran 5 miles this morning AND (AND!!) I have finished my work conference call AND AND AND I sent my package to my mom.
Kat, you're winning all the adulting today!
You are way ahead of me, Kat.
So this happened to my college roommate and her family yesterday: [link]
Thankfully everyone is okay. What an awful thing to happen, ever, but right at the holidays seems especially terrible. I know Trudy's been through this as well.
I am at work. A library patron just asked me how to spell "turd."
It's practically like being at home, except I am pretty sure my son knows how to spell turd.
Oh god, I'm such a bad pet owner. Slinky (the ancient, kidney-disease kitty) sneezed so hard she launched herself out of her bed, and because the bed sits on the back of an overstuffed chair, she kind of slid between the chair and the window, but then scrambled back up.
I pushed the chair up against the wall so she wouldn't slide down again, and then I petted her, and she meowed a really loud angry meow at me and tried to bite my hand. And I thought, "Oh my god, is she becoming dangerous? What the hell?" And I tried to pet her again and she did the same FUCK OFF meow at me.
So I went to get her more food (she's old and too thin and I work from home, so she gets lunch), and I showed her the can, and she acted like she was going to hop off the chair and follow me but then didn't hop down. I thought maybe her little joints were stiff, so I went to pick her up...and realized the end of her tail was trapped between the chair and wall from when I pushed the chair back.
OF COURSE she was meowing at me -- I smooshed her tail! I am THE WORST.