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2006-03-14 - 1:06 p.m.
Despite my postings of woe, work is down from crisis mode and in the �but-we-must-accomplish-everything-at-the-same-time-or-we-won�t-make-schedule� 10-11 hour days. Sadly, this means I�m down from the 70-80 hour weeks so things are going the right direction. Poor Roland wandered in last night and collapsed on the couch. He did not pass go, pet the cat, or kiss the wife. He just fell over. I fear that he�s picked up the stomach-bug-of-doom I had two weeks ago. This makes it tough to go visit his sister, who�ll be having her spleen out later today. What�d�cha do this weekend, Theo? Saturday morning, Kymber says � and Cuan really wanted pasta for dinner, so I thought I�d pick up a frozen something at Costco. So, I packed up a few things from the kitchen, picked up the lovely Arielle, then went to St. Paddy�s Day just long enough to meet the Tommy-boy and pick up Padraigin and Benjamin who needed a nap. I regretted, briefly, not making what was a beautiful event on a gorgeous day. But, I needed the sleep desperately. And for Roland, who is still limping on the broken toes, it would be (and I quote) like taking a lactose intolerant child to an ice cream parlor. And y�all think I�m the funny one. K and Roland valiantly went for supplies and I made pasta. Lots of fettucine. And bologonase all the while Kymber mocked me roundly for bringing my own knife, cookbook and pepper. I own it. I deserve the mocking. I�m such a cooking snob. But at least I bring my own toys. Meanwhile, I�m enjoying a rare stretch of several hours in the office, during which I�ve put put my iPod on random across the entire library, resulting in the following mix: Johnny Cash: "I Walk the Line" Argh. Now Lavender's Blue is stuck in my head. I will sing this under my breath the rest of the week. � � � |