'Serenity'
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.
Oh my good god, SNOW. This town is so unprepared for storms like this. There's just not enough *room* -- the borough dates back to the early 1700s, when you were parking your horse in a stable, not your car on a street.
That's it for winter, right? We're done now?
That's it for winter, right? We're done now?
I believe that it's up to Mr. Groundhog to decide, next week.
Given the host of this mtg has not appeared and is under the contract with admin leave, I think this meeting is not happening.
Given the host of this mtg has not appeared and is under the contract with admin leave, I think this meeting is not happening.
Whatevs, you showed up and can charge the time!
I went out and shoveled for a while, then walked the dog. There's not actually that much more for us to shovel to connect up with what the construction company has plowed in the perpendicular alley. My arms/shoulders/back aren't up to doing it though! Other neighbors are out there, though, and Bob will be after his last meeting and teamwork will get it done!
if I can't see it, it doesn't exist
I've always been that way. I can erase entire rooms full of stuff from existence by just not looking through the door. Observer-created universe, baby.
I feel better today. But it won't last. Maybe a couple days. I usually get two-three depression-free days a month. I'd like an solution to this better than "hormones" and a vague hand-wave.
The bad: my alarm switched time zones on me and went off at 5am because it's a hateful electronic, I skinned my thumb once I got to the office, and I'm covering for people out of office so the next few weeks are going to be rough.
The good to know: I just learned there's a Goodwill donation spot down the street for the next time I cull my wardrobe.
We're going to have to sell our house, because it smells like a GIANT poo. I am looking at you, Kato.
You won't get any money for poo-scented house, Steph. You'll just have to burn it down and collect the insurance money, I'm afraid.
Poo hide and seek is not a fun game.
Not sure if I've mentioned it here or not but my elder cat has decided she doesn't like the litter box anymore. Instead, she likes the bathtub. Which, all things considered, is a workable if annoying alternative. Much better than potty roulette. I just crack up cause she tries to "cover" her business by scratching at the tub. Such a fun sound.
Have you ever wondered what my biggest nightmare is? I didn't know, until I read this article in the NYTimes: [link] Not the headline, the whole thing. The whooooole thing.