I sincerely hope the driveway guy comes and takes down the tape tomorrow, giving the nod to getting back into the garage. Swishing snow - or worse yet, scraping ice - off the car tomorrow is going to suck.
Yesterday I tried to clean my office, and did a fair amount, but got sidetracked by a metal file box I always meant to do something with. Today I was supposed to be cleaning my craft room, and I got sidetracked with some fabric. If'n you're the crafty type, or if you just want to oooohhh and aahhhh over my craftines, I posted about it here. I don't really wonder why I can never finish any- ooooh, shiny object!
I also came down with a cold sore (hello, winter!) and unlike most people, I don't get them on the edge of my lip, but rather right in the center. The swelling makes me look like someone punched me in the mouth, and it's annoyingly painful every time I want to close my mouth. Bah.
Back to work tomorrow, and oddly, the thought doesn't fill me with dread. Having two four-day weekends in a row has thrown my internal clock all off, and I... I admit I kinda miss my routines, as much as I have them. I've spent the last three days thinking it was Sunday. O.o
Also: the Browns suck, and managed to snatch defeat out of the jaws of victory once again. Way to go, guys.
Yesterday I tried to clean my office, and did a fair amount, but got sidetracked by a metal file box I always meant to do something with. Today I was supposed to be cleaning my craft room, and I got sidetracked with some fabric. If'n you're the crafty type, or if you just want to oooohhh and aahhhh over my craftines, I posted about it here. I don't really wonder why I can never finish any- ooooh, shiny object!
I also came down with a cold sore (hello, winter!) and unlike most people, I don't get them on the edge of my lip, but rather right in the center. The swelling makes me look like someone punched me in the mouth, and it's annoyingly painful every time I want to close my mouth. Bah.
Back to work tomorrow, and oddly, the thought doesn't fill me with dread. Having two four-day weekends in a row has thrown my internal clock all off, and I... I admit I kinda miss my routines, as much as I have them. I've spent the last three days thinking it was Sunday. O.o
Also: the Browns suck, and managed to snatch defeat out of the jaws of victory once again. Way to go, guys.
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