I've been absent for a while because I've been sick. There's a shock. We spent my birthday at the Schwartz's, which was nice and I was fine then. The next day I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. The flu. Bronchitis for the third time in three months. General ickiness. Apparently my immune system is normal, but still crap. So nothing I can do about all this sickness. Stupid. Seth wasn't feel great either. Julian got sick mid-week. No good. Seth at least wasn't dying on HIS birthday, which is good.
Work on the Synagogue Journal has been steadily increasing. Deadlines are passing, so that means more work for me. Fortunately, I built in a fair bit of time for flexibility, figuring that things would be crazy with Julian and such. I was right. People are starting to get really, really, really annoying about the publication. Not respecting my firm deadlines and such. I don't really appreciate that. Yes, I built flexibility into the schedule, knowing full well that people would dribble in their content after the deadline, but I hate it when people ASSUME it's okay to turn something in late and then get pissy if it's not done to their exact specifications.
There are very few things more pathetic than a sick one year old. Poor Julian. When he's sick he gets clingy and cuddly and sedate. He's very cute, but considering that normally you can't get the kid to sit still for a second... He's always in perpetual motion. If he's sitting down for dinner, he's kicking his feet. If you're reading a book to him, he's twiddling his fingers. If he's watching tv, he's walking around or sitting kicking his feet or changing positions 80 times in 30 minutes. So when he's lethargic and clingy, you KNOW something's wrong.
Seth is going to Farpoint this weekend. I'm trying to decide what I'm doing for shabbos. Either I'll go to College Park or I'll stay home. Not sure. Not sure I want to stay home with the monster and single-parent it, but on the other hand, I'd probably get slightly more sleep that way. Hrm. Decisions, decisions.
Has anyone heard of "the popular 1980's group, 'The Cockroaches'"? Just curious. Jeanne, if you know, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm expecting Glen to chime in here.
I never have interesting subject lines. Oh well. That's just the way it's going to be.
I wish I had pretty fingernails. Someday, maybe.
I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeed caffeine. But I don't want to drink another coke. That would be my second today and I've been drinking far too much coke lately. Sigh. Not that one could EVER consume too much nectar of the gods, but you know... all that sugar... I'd rather eat a potato than have all those empty calories. Not that potatoes aren't empty calories, but at least they're filling and can be fried. Of course, as a proper Scottish person, I should realize that anything can be deep fried if you try hard enough, so there must be a way to batter and fry cocacola. Maybe fried gummy cokes or something. Hrm. Must think on that.
My boss and I are having a chia pet challenge. He's got Homer Simpson and the Donkey from Shrek. I've got the Chia Professor. I'm going to take pictures soon. Homer was disqualified, though, because my boss started him a day early and that's cheating. :) My professor even has chia eyebrows. Rock. It smells funny though. Oh well. Such is life.
Tomorrow I meet my new manager. Go me. We'll see how this goes.
I am HOT.
No, not THAT kind of hot, you sicko.
I think that's really all I have to say right now. Sorry I've been absent. Not that my writing is so interesting that any of you were sitting on the edge of your seats waiting for it. But you know...