What began as lovely—with warm and sunny temperatures, Chucklehead traveling and therefore blessedly away from the office, and my first pedicure since last summer…has devolved. Cold, wet, and nasty weather; Chucklehead back in the office and continuing his breathtaking buffoonery; and my pedicure has yet to see the light of day.
Sigh.
I seem to recall this exact same pedicure issue last year. And the year before that. (Etc.) You get a couple of wonderful springy days and you forget that you live in the Pacific Northwest, which means you’re only allowed a stingy handful of those wonderful springy days until July 5th. I can’t believe that I keep forgetting that! After all, I’m a PNW native! Jeesh. Well, at least the inside of my boots are aware that my toenails are darned purdy.
It’s a sloggy (as well as soggy) kind of week. I have a couple of upcoming work deadlines that I’m actually pretty much on top of, although I’m waiting on the “collaboration” of others, which hasn’t been forthcoming so far. I really don’t care. I’m not getting into a slather over it. I don’t always feel that way, but this time I’m just, whatever. I’m pretty much in a ‘who gives a $hit’ frame of mind about work. They’ve let a couple of long-term employees “go” this past week and hired a bunch of MUCH younger (cheaper) whippersnappers. Maybe I’ll be next? I doubt it, but I wouldn’t mind if it happened. I’m just so…done.
John ran down to Harstine after work today and installed another three cartons worth of hardwood flooring. He’s well into the living room area now, butting up against the framing for the eventual fireplace. That dance floor just keeps getting bigger!
Tired. I’ve been suffering from allergies, PLUS that damned eye just keeps on watering. I’m kind of at the point where I’d like to throttle that surgeon.
