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Jun. 11th, 2008 09:18 amWhere was my earth-shattering kaboom? That ginormous squall line on the map seems to have been nothing more than some strong winds and a sprinkle.
Jun. 11th, 2008
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Jun. 11th, 2008 10:24 amI think I need to outsource about half my chores, so that I have a remote chance of getting sleep and Justin time and exercise fitted in.
I didn't goof off last night, really I didn't: I got the MOL paperwork together for Greg, ironed 4 shirts and 2 handkerchiefs, did 2 loads of laundry, made and ate dinner, printed the next 3 court reports I need to upload, cleaned out my tote bag and briefcase, set aside the little postcards for all the vendors I need to see next week, reviewed a friend's resume, put out Erica's cooler to dry, and watched about 2 innings of baseball.
I did not: iron the other 18 shirts in the laundry room, finish mending my blue dress, get to Marshall's for shorts for Justin, weed the garden, get to take a walk, pay bills, go to the bank, return Susan's call from last week, write an employment application cover letter.
Joan's leaning on me to go to a reception tomorrow, and is rather vexed that I'm going to miss all three of next week's because I'll be at the Special Libraries Association. Sigh. There are times I think I wasn't a good choice for her marshal, if I'm not going to make her priorities first ahead of my own.
I didn't goof off last night, really I didn't: I got the MOL paperwork together for Greg, ironed 4 shirts and 2 handkerchiefs, did 2 loads of laundry, made and ate dinner, printed the next 3 court reports I need to upload, cleaned out my tote bag and briefcase, set aside the little postcards for all the vendors I need to see next week, reviewed a friend's resume, put out Erica's cooler to dry, and watched about 2 innings of baseball.
I did not: iron the other 18 shirts in the laundry room, finish mending my blue dress, get to Marshall's for shorts for Justin, weed the garden, get to take a walk, pay bills, go to the bank, return Susan's call from last week, write an employment application cover letter.
Joan's leaning on me to go to a reception tomorrow, and is rather vexed that I'm going to miss all three of next week's because I'll be at the Special Libraries Association. Sigh. There are times I think I wasn't a good choice for her marshal, if I'm not going to make her priorities first ahead of my own.