Oh hai

It's just that kind of day. Here, getting through it. Every part of me aches today, which is not so much fun. I've managed to fit in a lot of walking, so that's good, but otherwise, it's a not-much-going-on sort of day. I'm keeping the physical tasks to a minimum, so no heavy book lifting, which means I'm mostly working on overdues, which I hate, because it pretty much makes me mutter "Stupid kids" over and over under my breath all day.

 

I'm making not-exactly-Shepherd's Pies tonight (since I'm using ground turkey instead of lamb), but it's an easy recipe and it makes four, so I'll have two left over to freeze. I wonder if the Hubs would eat it if I made it with meat-like substance (or veggie crumbles or whatever they call them.) There were things he wasn't crazy about before -- cookies, for example -- so he doesn't miss them, but if someone ever came up with good Kentucky Fried Vegetable Protein, he'd be all over that. I think if he ever gave up veganism, he'd be at the KFC window in five minutes.

 

I've only taken three sick days this year, and one of them was for the mammogram (so, a doctor's appointment but not actually sick), which means I've only been out actually sick twice. This has got to be some kind of record for me. My goal, of course, is to use as few sick days as possible so I'll have them if/when the next big thing hits. Even so, I'm thinking about Friday as a mental health day; I haven't done that this year at all. I could use a catch-up day, I think, and K is off Thursday but working Friday, so that would be nice and peaceful for me, sleeping late, Wii Fitting when the mood strikes. I think I'm talking myself into it, eh?

 

I am not bummed -- heaven forfend -- but work is pissing me off today, I guess. I was cleaning out some files this morning, and I came across a memo I wrote in January, 2007, so that's three years ago, right when the new library opened, in which I listed several things that needed to be done before we could say the library was finished. And three years later, not a one of them has been done. None of these were things that needed to be done by me, of course; I know how to do my job. But really, shelves in the store room? I gave detailed measurements to three different people, but I never got shelves. Unfinished outlets, as in holes in the wall or wooden pillars with wires in them? Still open. (Not live wires, I've been assured, but who knows.) So that's a little annoying. But not a biggie.

 

So, cooking tonight and collapsing on Friday. Sounds like a plan.