Today

Today, I was technically on PTO. ("Paid Time Off" for anyone fortunate enough to be unfamiliar with the term. Bless you - you lovely, uncorrupted thing - whoever you are.) Unfortunately, my extraordinarily demanding workload ensured that I would actually be working, but - at least - from the comfort of my home.

Ah, home....The Animal Reform Home. It is a madhouse here, with critters everywhere. Underfoot, overhead, lounging about... there is no escape. Inevitably there is at least one that is angry with me, a couple that want something from me, and another that is hoping that I won't notice the wicked things that he/she is up to. Despite the chaos, I would not give it up. For what? Whatever would I do with all of my time - the hours a day that I devote to critter care? I feel no desire to come home to an empty, soundless home (though the cleanliness factor is appealing.)

I ramble, yes. I am scattered these days, always thinking of what needs to be done next. I have countless topics that I wish to write about, just not the focus to do so. I will get there. A "?" in progress, as we all are.

Now, I admire the snow. It is lovely. If only all of these buildings weren't in the way of it, it could be REALLY lovely.

Today, during accupuncture, I noticed that a number of the needles placed in the right side of my body - in various spots - felt uncomfortable (dare I even say a bit painful?) going in AND out. That was new. I can't help but wonder what it meant. I shall have to raise the question at my next session.

So... this coming weekend is the office holiday party. Cab rides provided to and fro, and all the alcohol that one can consume is to be provided. The experience is sure to provide copious amounts of writing fodder. Also on the calendar: Annual Christmas Cousin film viewing (only one option for Christmas films this year, sadly), volunteering at the shelter, YOGA, two nights with BECCA!!!! We are planning to see the Swedish vampire film that I've been wanting to watch. Very exciting.

Holy snorefest blog posting.

Sigh.

How my standards have fallen.

Plummeted, one could say.

Justifiably. (The statement that one could make.)

I have no true excuse... only promises of future improvement.