Seems like I only get the chance to post in the MMP when I have to call in sick.
I’m spending my Monday in bed, curled up with a blanket and my cat.
So paradise basically. Except the sick part.
Feel better all you sickies. Here’s some Lysol. Please spray the room as you leave. 
Soapy it’s not too early. Like Special1 said, it was Monday somewhere.
Up and caffienatin’ here. We had some much needed rain durin’ the night and more promised for today. I hope it storms. Heck, we need the rain and I gotta be at work, so it might as well be rainy.
Ok, off in search of some more caffiene, brekkies and then purtification must commence.
Later Y’all!
Good morning, all!
Not very awake because I woke up a bunch of tmes. Had weird dreams that I can’t actually remember, except that they were weird.
Hi olives! Sorry you’re not feeling well, but nice to see you stop by.
Off to forage for breakfast and make NOL.
All you sickies get better!
Have a wonderful Monday, everyone!
GT
Wow, I’m actually working today? On a Monday? What’s that like? I’ve had the last two Mondays off (one for Memorial Day, one because classes started on a Tuesday).
Feel of the better Soapy!
Time to think about possibly starting to begin to get going. 
Almost forgot: a picture for Swan Taunter 
Urk. Still early. Nat decided first nap would be only twenty minutes.
I feel kind of grumpy. It’s going to be a stressful day. Nat decided to need every twenty minute assitance getting back to sleep from 1:30 on, and got up at 5:30. If OQD bugs me she gets sent on a two-hour walk with my baby (while I nap) and has to bring back chocolate.
I lost a little bit of my Pollyanna-esque innocence yesterday. Went to my first shooting.
Dude took four bullets: one to the gut, one to his left hand, and 2 to his right thigh. Because of bad weather, we couldn’t get a helicopter down to pick him up, so we drove him to Suffolk to be stabilized and transported further. I’m glad he wasn’t in immediate life-threatening danger, but he was bleeding internally from the gut shot, so he still had a rough go ahead of him.
This triggered a 2 state manhunt for the shooter, and last I knew, he was still roaming free. The shooting was supposedly revenge for a break-in that the victim denied doing. Imagine all of the stereotypes of violent crime in the US, and they’re applicable.
In much more mundane news, Firday I ordered my first ever pair of bifocals, yesterday I pressure washed the brick on my house, and I precooked 30 lbs of chicken for the rescue squad dinner tonight. Yee ha.
I agree, on both points. But not for me today. I’ll be late (per usual) but I am going in, in spite of how crappy I feel.
and by the way - Monday is a horrible way to spend 14% of you life.
Blurf!!! I just ate a very large charcoal-grilled-chicken sandwich, with some hummus. And now I feel very bloated and very sleeeeeeeeepy! Is it time to go home yet?
Up caffeinated and off to work. Blergh.
Mmfffphg.
I got to sleep in this morning. Well, sort of, in the sense that I got to sleep past 7am for once. Outfit for tonight’s Sex and The City fabulousness has been picked out and packed up… interview-worthy outfit has been ironed, de-fuzzed and donned… and now I just have to mosey on out to the bus stop to go to the downtown office.
The one hitch is that I managed to forget about my note book on Friday when I put my laptop bag in the wash, and only just realised this morning. So it’s sopping wet… I guess I’ll just transcribe the contents into a presentable book before the interview, lest I look like the total nitwit that I am.
Off I go. Happy Monday everyone!
I’m now in bed, surfing the Dope. Glass of lemonade over there, box of tissues over here.
This is lurgy-bliss. 
Morning. I agree with the blrpph.
I woke up at 3:00 with stoopit hot flashes/night sweats. I dozed until 4:30. Blaze had pulled off his bandages during the night, so I had to doctor him. He doesn’t like me right now, and snapped pretty bad when I tried to pill him. Stoopit dog. I fooled him though - I put his pills in pieces of hot dogs - he ate them! Much easier on us all around.
I did get off my butt yesterday, and now the guest room/office is clean, the bathroom is clean, the new sheets and towels I bought are clean and folded, the linen closet is organized. All that remains is vacuuming, and that will get done before Friday.
I come to work to rest!
Have a good day, all! You sickies feel better, ya hear?
Below was what I was going to post for the MMP, but things sort of fell apart last night. Thank you for the good wishes- I was up most of the night feeling really sick! 
The ramblings of an early morning mind: (be nice, don’t mock)
You come through the mist upon a river and see a small boat. Without understanding why, you climb aboard and begin drifting downstream.
The water is rough at first; you are bounced around with no sense of control or purpose. For some the boat itself seems to help you find your way. For others, like you, the ride is an uncertain one with little guidance. After awhile, however, you find that there is a rudder to help you steer. It is hard to use and only makes small changes to your course, but with time you will improve. The river is now yours.
Soon you realize that others surround you in small boats like your own. Some similar, some different but all are drifting downstream. They move towards you and some stay nearby for a while. Sometimes you try to entangle your boats to move along as best you can side-by-side. But often the knots fray and you drift down different parts of the river. If you are lucky, some boats might stay with you all the way down the river, moving closer and closer as you sail.
Sometimes the fog or night is so dark that you feel alone on the river. There is no sound, no sight and everything is muted and flat. You might be surrounded by boats and yet never know or feel their presence. But, sometimes a clever captain thinks to turn on a small light and shine it your way and then you realize that you are not as alone as you thought.
But day does break or the fog does clear and you see the river strewn with boats floating along. Some boats are close enough to touch and join with. They pull in you in close and are part of your community floating downstream. But some of the boats are far away in space and time and are captained under different flags. They might appear as small dots on the horizon. To some they might seem inconsequential and not worth noticing. But you know better than to dismiss them like that.
The river itself might be long or short, tranquil or filled with rapids for you. But you hold the rudder and can influence the ride. You decide which boats to tangle with and which to let go. For in the end it is your ride down the river.
That was beautiful!
I second the sentiment! And very well timed, too (for me at least).
My first full week in the new job, which is both closer to me and starts an hour later, so I can finally participate in the MMP… on a Monday! No more lurking and feeling like I missed all the fun!
I’m feeling very good today, because I looooooove my new job (full-time tutor/ secretary/ test administrator/ book puller/ anydamnthing girl) and I can’t wait to get started. Something new every day (and every hour).
Anyway, here’s hoping those of you who are sick get better… unless you are in that place where you’re not well enough to go to work, but you are well enough to enjoy the rest and free time. Everybody take care!
Beautifully written, soapy.
Rebo, sorry Blaze is being uncooperative about his recovery. I’d suggest you threaten him with The Cone of Shame if he keeps at it - this seemed to work quite nicely with Morgan when she was attempting to chew through her stitches after getting fixed.
My chocolate chip muffin is defective. Instead of chocolate chips, as suggested by the coy drizzle of chocolate on the top, there’s a random swirl of brown inside the muffin - like someone ran out of chocolate chips and just used a squirt of Quik syrup instead.
I obviously need to give someone at the caf a what-for, because this is clearly Muffin Fraud. Unacceptable. :mad:
Wow, how is everyone sick at once? 
Sorry guys!
I just got a special delivery from an old man in a Blazer today, he got a package delivered to his house instead of mine, and he said something like “doesn’t feel like there’s a damn thing in here!”
Which is funny, because there isn’t. I’ve got to send Mr. Laptop off to Apple to get the bright spot fixed. I think I’ve told y’all about it already.
Eating a bowl of cantaloupe and a big hunk of bread for breakfast. Total prep time this morning: 30 seconds, including a celebration dance for throwing the lid to the Tupperware into the sink like a frisbee.
Off to work!
Morning, all. I actually lay there in bed chanting, like a 5-year-old, “I don’t want to get up! I don’t want to get up!” Oh well. Alas, unlike a 5-year-old, I managed to get up anyway. Blergh.
Beautiful almost-OP, Soapy!
All you Mumper sickies get well soon – and in the meantime, enjoy your down time!
Rebo, some years back when our dog had surgery on her shoulder and wouldn’t leave the stitches in, the vet suggested putting a t-shirt on her – just an ordinary human t-shirt. She loved it, and never bothered her incision again. You might try it on Blaze – if it’s too big around the middle, just gather up a clump and safety-pin it. It’s certainly worth a try, and is much nicer than the Cone of Shame. Casey thought she was stylin’ in her t-shirts!
We survived an AC-less weekend, even though it was 85 and sticky yesterday – fortunately, it cooled down quickly in the evening, so by bedtime it was delightfully comfortable for open-window sleeping. And this morning it’s still nice. Of course, since I have the repairman scheduled to come this afternoon. :smack: Oh well, better to have him come before we need it again. We’re hoping it’s something small, like a broken fan belt – the compressor turns on, but the fan won’t turn. Of course, are AC repairs ever small?
Time to go do something constructive.
Drive by - won’t have net at home for a couple weeks and busy at work.
Y’all don’t do anything that hurts too badly, you hear?
deep. very deep (the posting, not the river - altho, one never knows, do one?)
shhhhhh! posting from work - don’t tell anyone - they’ll take it away 