“Time is what keeps everything from happening at once.”
Hah.
UPDATE: Finished my tyop read of Diviner’s Bow last night. Received a anonymous gift of Walker’s Mince Pies in the mail, and! the Tax Packet in email. Collapsed in the Command Chair and listened to The Goblin Emperor because my eyes wouldn’t focus. Went to bed early so I could ditto get up, this morning.
Wednesday. Up before the sun. I say this in literal truth. Warm already, going to be warmer.
Breakfast was pumpernickel bread with cream cheese; finishing up the first cup of tea.
Tax Packet printing as I type — no, I take that back. Paper jam. Print job stalled and restarted. Welcome to the Tax Packet, and the first of many ggggrrrrrrrs.
. . . and another paper jam.
. . . and another.
Finally back in business as Rook has appointed himself Overseer of the Print Job, and has turned his Fell Gaze upon the machinery.
Today’s plan is to start the tyop log, go to gym 9:30ish, get my hair cut 10:45ish, go to the grocery and maybe the post office, assuming I can find a place to park, then come home and get back to work.
As I plan, it doesn’t have much to recommend it, and I’m still behind on things I WANT to do, some of which I may have to jettison.
All together now — Adulting is Hard.
Everybody have a good day. Please feel free to talk among yourselves.
Below, the fruits of the hunt, and a candid portrait of Firefly.
I’m jealous that Rook oversees the printer. Anakin is the cause of paper jams—I have to stand over the printer or shut him in another room. Good Rook!!!
Also, agreed that adulting is hard. Sending sympathy and thoughts of an eventual break for tea.
I have no problem believing you were up before the sun. It’s so much easier to do this time of year! At my latitude and longitude, the sun doesn’t rise until 7:45–I’d feel decadent, and since my flex hours begin at 7:30, even though I work from home I’d be late!
Whew! You do have work to do on that tyop report. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day . . .
Also up before the sun this day. Getting old and sometimes my hips say ‘enough!’ Went on line to make sure the delivered Christmas gifts were delivered! And then read, finishing Ilona Andrew’s Kate Daniels series as a reread. Then the first batch of cookies. You have inspired me to ‘think’ of bread baking. Grew up on a farm and my mom always made it seem a big job. But I love ‘real’ bread. Maybe someday.
Recd Sea Wracked saving it for Christmas Day. We aren’t having Christmas till the 28, so The DAy will be quiet with Turkey sands.
Enjoy your day.