Hey-yo

Beast's holiday party was actually a lot of fun. I think that's the first time I've said that in the 12 years he's worked there (we haven't gone every year, but we've been to 7 or 8 of them). This year the food was absolutely fabulous (I had grilled whitefish over steamed spinach and horseradish mashed potatoes, with capers. Yum. Too rich for me, but...yummmm!!), the company was good, and the locale was stellar. One year they had the party at a casino; that was the pits. I told Beast to be sure to tell the organizers they outdid themselves this year.

Yesterday--church, boot-buying for Sparky, and a great deal of Simming. The Pack lost. Again. sigh...

Today is equally thrilling. I have a telecon in 20 minutes, postponed from last Monday afternoon. The silver lining is that it will be over by noon so I only have to dread it for a couple of hours rather than all morning (they are usually scheduled at 1 p.m.).

I'm either coming down with a cold, having a mega-allergic reaction to something, or the weather is messing with my sinuses. My forehead feels about 4 sizes too large for the bones around it. Nothing like feeling as if your face is trying to grow.

Our house is very quiet in the mornings. As I came down the stairs a few minutes ago in my sweats that my knee--the one that has clicked for several years as I walk down steps--now sounds like a box of Tic-Tacs. This is probably not good, but until it starts collapsing under me or hurting, I'm not going to address it. All it means now is that I can't sneak up on someone in the living room!

Crunchy knees and an exploding face. Don't I sound ever-so-lovely??

I'm off to collect snack foods to see me through this meeting: sugar, salt, and caffeine.