Okay, so just who's in charge of the universe anyway?

Um ... just for the record I don't think it's Rodney and John.

But, seriously, the universe has a weird sense of humour. Because, here I've been, with various and sundry horrible worries (yadda, yadda, I know) and I get an e-mail out of the blue for a 2-day editing job. So I said yes. I worked on the thing for a few hours today and I'll fine tune it tomorrow so it'll be ready for publication on Friday. But I'm tired and, of course, my back hurts. A.Lot. Oy.

John and I did a little IMing (I'd never done that with him before) about dinner on Sunday (which may end up being a late lunch). And Brian and I e-mailed each other (me about being MIA and him about hopping on a jetplane tomorrow and returning Friday). I think we're planning to have a bbq (yaaay) on July 1st (which I will forever refer to as Dominion Day).

M and I chatted a few times and there are exhortations to all sorts of piggies who are to apply fuzzy therapy to mom's achey-breaky back. Whoa - that's a lot of piggies. And there are more virtual vibes as well. We have plans for tomorrow evening, but M doesn't want me to knock myself out, so I'll do some shopping (we both have a hankering for shepherd's pie and salad). But M was thrilled about the work and that's a good thing too.

So, I guess I really (do I have to) should go to sleep. I don't want to have the work hanging over my head. Or ouchy back. And, yes, I did eat. I finished off the rice and had my little dwinkie. All I have at my place to take over to M's tomorrow is a bottle of Mandarin Absolut. With shepherd's pie? Ick. Maybe I'll pick up some beer on the way over. It's a thought.

Outer spacey hugs to all,
H.

Okay, so just who's in charge of the universe anyway?

Um ... just for the record I don't think it's Rodney and John.

But, seriously, the universe has a weird sense of humour. Because, here I've been, with various and sundry horrible worries (yadda, yadda, I know) and I get an e-mail out of the blue for a 2-day editing job. So I said yes. I worked on the thing for a few hours today and I'll fine tune it tomorrow so it'll be ready for publication on Friday. But I'm tired and, of course, my back hurts. A.Lot. Oy.

John and I did a little IMing (I'd never done that with him before) about dinner on Sunday (which may end up being a late lunch). And Brian and I e-mailed each other (me about being MIA and him about hopping on a jetplane tomorrow and returning Friday). I think we're planning to have a bbq (yaaay) on July 1st (which I will forever refer to as Dominion Day).

M and I chatted a few times and there are exhortations to all sorts of piggies who are to apply fuzzy therapy to mom's achey-breaky back. Whoa - that's a lot of piggies. And there are more virtual vibes as well. We have plans for tomorrow evening, but M doesn't want me to knock myself out, so I'll do some shopping (we both have a hankering for shepherd's pie and salad). But M was thrilled about the work and that's a good thing too.

So, I guess I really (do I have to) should go to sleep. I don't want to have the work hanging over my head. Or ouchy back. And, yes, I did eat. I finished off the rice and had my little dwinkie. All I have at my place to take over to M's tomorrow is a bottle of Mandarin Absolut. With shepherd's pie? Ick. Maybe I'll pick up some beer on the way over. It's a thought.

Outer spacey hugs to all,
H.