Sunday Night

So it looks like I've mostly made it through the weekend, which was one of transition, a little, and not all of it pain-free. But hey, tonight is better than last night, so I should still get to work tomorrow. The SCM has already emailed me that he'll be out, so it should be a challenge. (At least it's a half day.) If they don't get a sub for him, well, they'll have to.

It was cold here too today, as it was everywhere, but not nearly as cold as I'm reading those of you in Minnesota, and Wisconsin, and North Dakota are getting. I had no need to go out today, so I didn't. R came by and did her laundry and visited for a few hours, which was most pleasant.

I had the most excellent dinner, despite the fact that my stomach started acting up just when it was time to eat. Yesterday at the supermarket, I got a very nice piece of sea bass, lightly marinated, and all I did tonight was seal it up in a parchment paper packet and microwave it for four minutes. So I was eating like take a bite - yum - ow! - ooh, okay -- take a bite - yum - ow! Pretty weird.

My nails are so long I can barely type. I had to cancel my appointment two weeks ago, due to being on the verge of death warmed over, and because I have a gel manicure, they are too hard for me to file myself. Which is just as well, because I would mess it up for sure. I'm going Tuesday after school, hopefully; until then I'll have to keep making good use of the backspace key.

Okay, that's it for me. 'Night.


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