Work is still kicking my butt. To quote our favorite captain - How come the plan never does go smooth? Hopefully after this week things will be back on track. Of course, I've said that every week for the last five weeks.
You know you're a geek when you and your co-workers laugh for twenty minutes over a joke about whether or not "Done" should be a terminal status.
Since so many of you asked, here is a link to the rest of the RenFest pictures. No semblance or order or semi-clever captions yet. Maybe by the end of the weekend, since the weather is supposed to be yucky.
Middle Daughter is not doing well in her IPC advanced science class. "Not doing well" is something of a euphemism here. This class covers 9th grade science, and if she makes a good grade she will get high school credit for it. However, this is not a likely scenario. (Refer back to sentence 1 of this paragraph for specifics). The teacher, faced with having to pull several students from the class to place them back into regular 8th grade science, decided to give all her students a comprehensive test on the 8th grade material to get an idea of how the re-placed students would fare. She called to let me know that Middle Daughter was the only student in the class who aced the test. Aced. As in, she made a 98. I swear, I give up. I just flat give up.
I am tired. Really, really tired. The phrase "weary to the bone" keeps springing to mind. Well, not springing, because springing, even mental springing, would take a certain amount of energy that I just do not possess at the moment. But whatever the equivalent of "springing" would be if the thing doing the springing equivalent was doing it lethargically.
Which reminds me that I never did make an appointment to check out my elevated liver levels. I'm wondering if that's a subconscious reaction to the fact that elevated liver levels is just too much fun to say, and if I go get them checked out, the doctor might fix them, and then I won't have an excuse to say elevated liver levels any more.
I'm feeling just a wee bit wistful tonight over the election results. Just because - and I'm not speaking in any way politically here - it would have been fun to have a governor named "Kinky".
Why do stick pretzels taste different than the twisty ones?
There, I think I have some more room in my brain now.