It's all my own damn fault. It's usually my own damn fault. Somehow, I slept in this morning, even with bulldozers outside the back door. That's never a good way to wake up, already behind the 8-Ball. I spent way too much time in Pottermore yesterday, and trying to arrange fellow nerds into getting it together to have a Sorting Party, or for them to get sorted beforehand and have a House Party. Yes, I was sorted. I'm a Ravenclaw. It's no secret now.
So onto the usual morning hoohas, cat needs and coffee, and settle at the desk, already rattled because I'm so far behind in my day and it's 90 degrees in mid-April and I'm PMSing just in time for Greg Day to be even more stressful. And I open my email to see 74 in my inbox. At least half are political actions and various causes. The rest are from real people. And half a dozen have shit-hitting-fan things happening. Triage. Delete all the politics and causes. If it's anything crucial I'll get another. Answer the crises. Okay, down to 20+ to answer. Piece of cake. I get a dozen or so answered and get up for a second cup of coffee, somehow I've managed to get a tablespoon of grounds in each cup. No time to fart around with it, I'll just deal. The catbox is reeking but it'll have to wait for Gall Friday tomorrow to take it up to compost. And that's when friends start showing up. Which is fab; I love my pals, and I even get a present of a much-needed nice wooden storage cabinet from Paul. All good. But I'm not even out of my nightgown and robe yet. Well, we're all pals. Hopefully nobody thinks I'm a slob, still in my robe at noon, 1 p.m., 1:30... Then as the last pal toddles off to her appointment, the chili I made last night decides to clean out my intestines. Fine, except that there's something psychologically disturbing about having such an episode when there's a man working in a dirt pile right outside the window you're sitting next to, a mere 3 feet away. It's not really conducive to getting in the shower to have workmen just outside the blinds, either. I'll wait til they're done at 4, it won't be long now.
Okay, back to the desk, down to 13 emails to answer. Ack! The folks I replied to are replying back! And there are at least a dozen comments on this blog to answer! And everyone's been posting on their blogs! It's 1:48 in the afternoon and I've accomplished nothing- wait! I was supposed to call my brother at noon! Dammit! Gotta go.
My SIL answers and they're having the same kind of day, so she'll call me back in a half-hour. Let's see how many things I can get done before then, because we haven't talked in a month and this will be a call that carries me to the end of the workday, when I'll go shower and dye my hair, which I originally planned to do at 8 this morning. Maybe my hair will be dry by bedtime. Wait- skirmish with the VNA about getting Gal Friday tomorrow. I promise chocolate to the office (make note to order next month) to make sure I get Gal Friday. Bribes, but WTH can you do. It takes what it takes to get shit done. The phone's ringing. More coffee! Later!
There Ya Gogh!
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