'Morning.

It's Monday morning, I'm at work. I recovered somewhat from Strange Saturday, although I'm still tired, and haven't slept well since then, although I haven't had freaky sleep either. Just not enough. I'm remembering to take my meds, anyway.

Yesterday, the Hubs and I went briefly to a party. Someone I work with who's retiring had it at her home, which is not far from ours, so we walked. It wasn't a pretty day, gray skies, humid, and very buggy. She had a tent over her yard, but we left after about an hour because the humidity was getting to me. Although it was really a very nice little party. But the good thing is that the Hubs and I walked there and back, and I even walked back without my knee brace on and I was okay. Very worn out by the time we got home, but that was mostly the humidity. And we beat the storm by perhaps a minute; it started to come down as soon as we got back in our house.

There is very, very little for me to do here in the library at this point. The kids are taking finals this week, so I won't see many of them in the library, and anyone who does come in will be studying, and won't need my help. I can't start any projects, since I won't' be here to finish them. I've taken everything home that's mine except for the things in one bag, which I have in a desk drawer. The last things I'll take home are my spare sweater (which is a varsity letter sweater with my name on it, from my junior class advisor days), a small framed picture of my parents, a small stuffed Sebastian (from the Little Mermaid) and my Disney World ruler. Everything else is already gone.

The yearbook came out on Friday, and I got the library's copy today. (There's a rumor that each retiree is getting one at no cost, but I have no idea if that's true.) There are two pictures of me in this yearbook, both horrid, especially the one taken before I lost weight, but there's something very nice written about me on the retirees' page. I'm sure it was written by the yearbook co-advisor (who is also the drama club advisor) because he's said things like this to me over the years. I don't know how accurate it is, but it is nice.

There's an hour til lunch, and then we have an hour for that, since it's finals week, and I need to run out and do some of the things I never got to on Saturday. The big errand, which wasn't ready to do Saturday anyway, is to go get the invitations printed for the shower. Wonderful Niece's husband made an adorable graphic for the front, and the invitation is very simple, just two on a page and then folded, but K thinks it should be on cardstock, and I can't trust the library's laser printer not to crunch it up, so I'll go to Kinko's or someplace.

Our weather is dismal, and is really putting a dismal cloak over everything. There's no sun, it's humid and sticky, but not terribly hot, only 69 degrees at the moment. So it just feels icky out there, and the air in the library is stagnant; I guess it's not hot enough to trigger the a/c.

Oy. Six more days.