The Aerie

What am I doing here?

Thanksgiving was tolerable. We spent it jammed into my mother-in-law's townhouse: Ten adults and nine kids ranging in age from 1-14, in about 1200 square feet. TV playing football most of the time. I was supposed to be working on my Nanowrimo novel, but I had a little trouble getting work done seeing that anytime I opened the laptop little tiny hands would reach in and rap on the keyboard.

I dreaded the day, since hanging around with her family tends to drive my lovely wife crazy. Sure enough within minutes of arriving she was being abused by her relatives - laughing, smiling, everybody smiling and saying horrible things. Ah, the holidays...

So here I am at work, on the Friday after Thanksgiving. I don't know why I'm here. Oh yeah, that's right - I'm paid hourly.

So I took part of today off on my timesheet, but I'm working a few hours. Mostly trying to get started on this big report due in two weeks. Hard to be motivated, though, since only I and my cube partner, Silent McWordless, are apparently in the building today.

We're getting our first "real" snow today. Three inches or so coming down this morning.

I shoulda stood in bed. Last night at 3:00 a.m., for no apparent reason, I had to hustle downstairs and worship the porcelan god. I have no idea why - my stomach was empty. I just sat there, miserable, eyes streaming, wondering "Well what the heck is this?"

This morning I approached food very cautiously, but no problems, um, "came up." Tea... fine. Bagel... no problem. So I am not sure what the heck was going on last night. Maybe it was just a practice barf, just getting me in shape for the upcoming (ha!) Urplympics.

Well, I suppose I should get back to earning my money.

Posted by Albatross at November 25, 2005 10:57 AM | TrackBack