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November 28, 2005~ 8:30pm
The weather is weird again. I'm very much influenced by weather. I think I am a human barometer--I should have one of those blown glass bellies with blue liquid in it, and a long beak to bob. Temperatures climbed to nearly 70 degrees here in Pittsburgh today, and that certainly isn't late November weather.

In addition, I was pinch-hitting at the main phone lines at work today-- filling in for a sick co-worker. Combined with my head cold, I can barely speak above a gravely whisper, so it's good I'm typing this and not reading aloud...lol....but it's important to give yourself little boons to keep the spirits from sinking too low. So I just put the December issue of "The Blue House" to bed, and I do feel happy about that; it's important to balance the flotsam with some found treasure-- and finishing up an issue, sending out emails to all the contributors does that in shiny, black spades for me. (That.....and trying to configure a "page 2" for this weblog- oh, how I love to fiddle around with the net. It's so relaxing to me-- and challenging, and just a helluva lot of fun!)

I realized too, that my daughter spent this weekend holed up with "Mr. Bill"- her 2 year old, and little Kay- her baby girl of 3 months. Usually we visit on Fridays, but seeing how she had a sister-in-law and family in from out of town and staying with her mother-in-law close by, I thought it would be less hectic for her not to carve out some time for a visit---was afraid it would be just another obligation she could do without. Then I realized late last night that her husband Gary went hunting....good lord, she may have been without adult conversation for 2 days!...and I didn't even call. My beau-- (and by extension, a very attentive "grandaddy" to those kiddos) called her; I did not. I am a lazy-assed mother, I fear- and if I'd creakingly bend over, would you kindly kick my butt for me?

Confession's over: ain't no absolution for thoughtlessness, and I'm gettin' the hairshirt out of mothballs right after I finish this here entry.......


November 29, 2005~ 6:00pm
I feel as though I've been run over by a truck and left the better part of me on the road-- I mean I am that tired. The weather remains 'balmy' for November: 65 degrees today when I got up! Good lord, that's craziness! And it takes it toll on my mood--my spirit feels it should be resting under a palm tree fanning itself and asking for a mint julep.

Today was another day I was stuck 'in the pen'....the veal pen that is. A name we call the hot seat where the phones are great big squeezing tentacles you can't escape-- (basically it's a cube, but the main phone lines ring only through to that one phone, and whoever gets glued there cannot leave- even to pee without getting back up from somewhere. Thus: it is a small, tight, uncomforable corner of the job that no one wants, and today was my day in the fat fryer.

Oh yes, and after completing the latest issue of The Blue House, and congratulating myself on images restored etc.................they went down sometime last night while I was sleeping my four hours before diving once more into the fray. I redid the coding yet again-- so I'm taking this weary and leaves-much-to-be-desired middle-aged frame and putting it to bed for the night.

"Please God, don't let me wake up to another veal pen day- make Patty feel much, much better so she can return to work-- the one person who does that job really well; she is sorely missed. I'm about to 'snap-crack-pop' right outta there. Out of my mind, that is."

Night t'all...{{{{yawn}}}}


December 1, 2005 ~6:45pm
Missed adding yesterday in here. (Well....actually, if anything would have been added, it would have been a big old barrel of "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's".) That's right. Slept the day away, like a newborn--16 hours straight- after I got up and called off. This cold just knocked me flat, and at 5:30 a.m. yesterday as I was stumbling around like a zombie and feeling bone-tired, I knew if I didn't stay put and tend to what I was obviously craving, I'd get sicker. I have to say, it's helped a great deal and I am now about 85 percent back to the nervous-energy, crazed imbecile I normally am...LOL!

Not a substance abuser of any kind- ('cept nicotine and caffeine, that is)- I'd have to say that having a bad head cold is about as close as I'm gonna make it to 'altered states'-- and I kind of miss the comfortable fog and numb hummmmmmmmm....

There was work of course. Piled a mile high and just GLOATING at me from its tall stack when I walked into the office this morning, but I banged out quite a few inches by 3:00 at quittin' time today. Alas, there are no little elves who come and tackle it during the night.

That's too bad. Along with Santa- this myth is no more. I should be a shoemaker. Then there'd be ELVES I'll bet....and they'd leave me honeycakes, and small scraps of elf poems written on leaves, and maps to where I could find rainbows like footbridges that would take me wherever I happened to want to go at any particular moment...and the moon would be made of BLEU cheese, not green, and I could eat every bit if I wanted, and.....and....and....nobody would die--ever, and there would be 'peace in the valley'... by and by.......



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