And another Monday rolls around. It's snowing, just in case you all are interested. I'm really not, other than the fact that getting to work today will once again, be a good time. If I were to list the days that it wasn't snowing, it would be so much easier. It's always either snowing, or blowing or both. Or preparing to snow, or blizzard. I feel like I have been dropped off in the North Pole...but no Santa in sight.
I have survived the flu...and lived to tell about it. I have to say, that was not fun. I am still weak but better. I can eat again and enjoy my coffee. No fever sweats in the night, finally. An illness like that one takes a toll on an old woman like me, and I don't need to find that out again, any time soon.
I have to work late today, so I go in late. Apparently the flu has hit one of my office girls kids, so she will be home with him today, and I will work her hours. I am not a great fan of working until dark, but it's not that big of a deal. Going to work at nine-thirty am seems like going to work when half of the day is already over, but I will make it.
I hate Valentines day. Just sayin'. I got a very effective sticky cat hair picker upper thingy from Mark, and if that doesn't speak volumes about our relationship, I don't know what will. The fact that I was appreciative of the gift also says alot about us. Doomed? Yes, probably.
LOVE that NASCAR is back in full swing although yesterdays race was a bit odd. The Daytona 500...and they take two red flags to repair the track? The last lap was very exciting, though.
Can anyone see Friday yet?