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“Monday, Monday…” can’t trust that day…
I got some reading done yesterday, for the first time in a while: I’d forgotten how much I like the book I’m in the middle of (Terry Pratchett’s Guards! Guards!), so I put my Kindle in my tote bag and brought it to work. I figured I’d read while eating lunch, but then I remembered that lunch is when I like to chat with y’all! I’ll keep the Kindle here for a couple more days: tomorrow I’m in meetings from 11-4:30, but on Wednesday I might choose a book at lunchtime over you guys. 
I’m feeling lucky today, because one of the other quadrants of this floor is very warm (we’re having a lovely heat wave this week). It’s the quadrant where the restrooms are, and is also where one of my teammates sits; it’s kind of brutal over there. Maintenance says they’re aware of it, but apparently they can’t fix it. My colleague will likely work from home for the rest of the week.
Bailey didn’t eat much over the weekend, and this morning I discovered why: after our usual morning trip outside, she suddenly vomited in the living room and had some…other GI issues. I felt more guilty than usual about going to work after all of that! My poor girl. I’m half expecting to find new messes when I get home, but hopefully this morning did the trick and she feels better now. 
OMG: the precinct chief for Saturday’s caucus just sent an email to all of us, and the spreadsheet with our schedules and assignments includes a note next to someone’s name that says “very unpleasant.” 
I sent her a quick note to let her know, so she won’t be caught off guard in case of any negative reaction! She feels terrible, but it’s too late to recall the email. I feel bad for whoever the note is about, and I also feel bad for the chief. Embarrassing situation for both of them.
A little ketchup from last week before proceeding with the new MMP:
Nope: I’ve slept in 'em, and can’t stand 'em. Which works out, because they’re big and expensive to move – and, many rentals (including most apartments) don’t allow them.
I grew up in Glen Burnie, and when I first moved out of my mom’s house after college I lived in Bowie: in a shared house (in the “S” section), with my then-BFF and some of her friends. It only lasted 4-5 months, because I quickly realized that I’m much happier living on my own, but 31 years later I’m still friends with a couple of those housemates!
Nice! 
No kidding! 
Ugh, I’m sorry.