Newsy Me

I must really be back to my old routine because here I am, starting my entry at work. It's really the first time since school started that I've had a minute to breathe. I didn't even get to finalizing my last book order, checking the shipment against the order and submitting it for payment, until today, even though the books came in during the summer.

As for right now, they're having a board meeting here in my library tonight, so I've gotten my desk all cleared off of personal items and work in progress; I don't like anybody touching my stuff. I've had to relocate a lot of things, and will definitely remember to lock my desk drawers when I go. I've come back after meetings like this and found all my pencils gone, or my desk chair missing.

So, school. In one sense, the year has started off great for me. I've been very busy and have been getting a lot done. The problem is that they haven't been so good about putting someone here with me each period, so I've had to close the library at random times just to go to the bathroom, and every day during one of the lunch periods, since I'm required by contract to go to lunch, but they don't send anyone to cover so that the library can stay open. This is major suckage, folks. If I were the parent of a kid in this school, I'd be calling the superintendent daily. (Of course, my kids didn't come to the library during lunch, so I wouldn't have know. But you know what I mean.) I hope people are complaining, because that's they only way they'll do anything about it.

Kids. My kids are okay, I guess, improved since the trip, anyway. I think this is just a stressful time for R, and she lashed out a little, but I'm all good with all of it now. I just want her to be unstressed, and happy. As for K, still unemployed, but trying to keep her chin up, and still looking, and hopefully starting to sub next week, so that'll be something coming in.

Hubs. Happy as a clam, but not so much income rolling in, so that's tight. I'm doing my best not to let it bother me. Did I mention I'm going back to the therapist tomorrow?

The FIL. Not so good. Still in lots of pain, and the MIL says he doesn't seem to be interested in anything. That's seriously not good. I don't know how long he'll hold on like this.

My health. I am feeling better some, but I definitely have something going on, thus next week's visit to the rheumatologist, who is, essentially, a specialist in immunology, and therefore, in autoimmune diseases, which is most likely what I've got going on here, since Crohn's is one of those. My Crohn's is behaving itself, mostly, which means no pain and no nasty, constant D, but still, when I gotta go, I gotta go.

I was just down in our central office a few minutes ago, and someone was visiting there with a four month old baby. Oh boy, I want me one of those. Not my own baby, god forbid, a grand-baby. It doesn't even have to be R's or K's, one of my sister's kids could have one and I could just hold it a lot. That would be fine for now. But one of the twins wants only four-legged babies, and the other is only married a year, although I wouldn't be surprised by an announcement any day now.

Ach, I just shifted in my chair and now my back is spasming, but not big time, just a little. I wanna go home!

There you have it, me in a nutshell.




watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2120
READING: The Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell