Saturday

Weather: 32 degrees (feels like 32); clear sky
Mood: OK; tired - newsflash
Listening to: blowers at the moment, but I have Prince, U2 and 3 Doors Down sitting here for later
Where am I? Work

Someone has been sitting at my desk. I feel like the three bears: the keyboard is wonky, the mouse is at the wrong angle on the floating pad, and I think my chair even was adjusted. How annoying.

Yesterday didn't go as planned, not that this comes as a shock since nothing really goes as planned lately. Here's the list, updated:

Update book blog {done}
Get dressed (although I may just go back to bed instead) {the former, done; the latter, not till 10 p.m.}
Excavate down to the bare top of my desk, because I MUST... {done}
...Find Sparky's expired passport {done, along with finding his photos}
Mix up the Amish bread {still not done....maybe tomorrow?}
Call my mom {done....sigh....}
Call to schedule a mammogram and a colonoscopy (eeuew) {done}
Update Microsoft Money {done}
Take Sparky to update his passport at the post office (which I should call, to be sure we can do that here in town) {will do on Monday}

We didn't get all our Val shopping done either, although we did pick out something for the Beast which we'll actually order tomorrow. We bagged the trip for my gift and really did have a grownup meal in town, in a restaurant that's not particularly kid-friendly. Woot.

That means we'll probably drive to The Next Big Town to the West tonight; I'm here at 7 hoping to leave at 4 (an hour early). Or maybe we'll go tomorrow morning instead.

I have the strangest cold ever: I only feel crappy when I'm trying to sleep. No, not really: I'm pretty plugged up this morning, mostly my ears, and have a scratchy throat. Slept really lousy last night.... Oh, well, as someone famous once said, I can sleep when I'm dead.

All right. To work: James Patterson and John Grisham await my attention. [Don't I wish!]