I tried to post from the phone yesterday, but the blogging app ate it. I wanted you to know how cooooooold it was here yesterday. When I came in at 7:00, the thermometer at my desk read 50 degrees. That is too cold for inside, man! I had my coat on for hours, until the temp inched up all the way to 60. I took a picture for you all of the spaceheater on my desk, along with the thermometer, but its time has passed. I went to Target after school yesterday and got a nice, big spaceheater, with a thermostat, and it oscillates and everything. It's about 66 in here now, but I'm having a hot flash, so I'm shvitzing. Just can't win.
This week is kicking my ass. I am tired beyond tired; all I want to do all day long is curl up with a blanket and pillow and go back to sleep. It could be in the library, I don't care, but you know, the powers that be frown on that sort of thing. I did cancel my nails appointment for after school today because I don't have the patience to just sit there. I just need to grab a few things at ShopRite and then come home and maybe do the Wii, or maybe collapse first and then get up and do the Wii. I haven't decided.
I didn't do the workout on Monday and I missed it, but I just had nothing to give. I did do it yesterday, along with an errand or two and making dinner, and I felt better after the workout, so I want to do it. I'm getting another game that's just walking, so maybe I can do that when I'm too beat to do all the little Wii Fit games. The new game is coming next week; I'll see how that goes.
Looks like we're powwowing with the new in-laws some time over the weekend to discuss All Things Wedding. As far as I'm concerned, we'll give R and the SnL an amount of money and they can make any plans they want to. She asked us if we had any "demands" for the wedding -- leading me to suspect that the other side does -- and the Hubs said yes, he had one demand. He demanded that they have the wedding of the their dreams and live happily ever after. (Altogether now: awwwww.) I have no demands other than that myself. As for the others -- I'll come up with a name for them -- I have met them and I think they're lovely people, but I guess they want what they want. (But getting my fabulous daughter should be enough, no?)
Oh, I have a class coming in. Tomorrow.
Sometime in the mid-60's I worked in an office that was cold, particularly on Monday mornings. (They turned the heat way down on evenings and weekends.) I told the boss's boss that I could wear a warm suit and persuade myself I wasn't cold, but my machines wouldn't work at low temperatures.
ReplyDeleteEventually they decided to turn up the heat for us. After all, I had already proven I could make those machines dance. If I was saying they were too cold, people would have to listen.
You could make a cozy little napping nest under your desk, complete with little shelf for your alarm clock, just like George Costanza did on Seinfeld. Do you think anyone would notice? Or paint eyes on your eyelids, but you'd still have to sit up at your desk and sleep.
ReplyDeletePaula G from Indiana