All righty, then...
Sunday, November 21st, 2010 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniClearly this thing I've been calling "a cold," and ignoring, is going to require more forthright action. Stupid cold. I really Don't. Have. Time. For. This. Cleaning out the cat fountain should not leave one breathless and dizzy. Also? I want the cotton balls out of my ears now.
Stupid cold.
*adds "call doctor" to tomorrow's to-do list*. Which, by the way, was already full.
Items left undone on yesterday's to-do list are going to have to suck it up. With the exception of the damned bookkeeping, which is going much slower than is completely reasonable, though I still have hopes of finishing it today. And, yanno, sitting quietly at my desk entering numbers into a spreadsheet, is almost as restful as reading a book on the couch, right?
Steve has found a mini-bag of mini-chip cookies and brought me half. Mmmm...chocolate chip cookies. He also promises salmon cakes for lunch. Honestly, I oughta marry this guy before somebody else beats me to it.
Mozart is asleep in the rocking chair here in my office. Hexapuma is overseeing the manufacture of salmon cakes. Scrabble is in the co-pilot's chair in Steve's office, making sure that Harrison Ford doesn't escape from the new cowboy movie and make it through the screen.
Um, right.
Back to the bookkeeping.
Stupid cold.
*adds "call doctor" to tomorrow's to-do list*. Which, by the way, was already full.
Items left undone on yesterday's to-do list are going to have to suck it up. With the exception of the damned bookkeeping, which is going much slower than is completely reasonable, though I still have hopes of finishing it today. And, yanno, sitting quietly at my desk entering numbers into a spreadsheet, is almost as restful as reading a book on the couch, right?
Steve has found a mini-bag of mini-chip cookies and brought me half. Mmmm...chocolate chip cookies. He also promises salmon cakes for lunch. Honestly, I oughta marry this guy before somebody else beats me to it.
Mozart is asleep in the rocking chair here in my office. Hexapuma is overseeing the manufacture of salmon cakes. Scrabble is in the co-pilot's chair in Steve's office, making sure that Harrison Ford doesn't escape from the new cowboy movie and make it through the screen.
Um, right.
Back to the bookkeeping.
