Since we do not have one up as of yet and apparently no volunteers I shall start. It’s in my nature to be so generous.
‘Tis 51 Amurrkin out and somewhat breezy. The high is predicted to be 73 and allegedly rain comin’ in early this evenin’. We shall see. They promise and don’t deliver. We did have a little rain yestiddy. Hope everybody’s copin’ with whatever the weather is doin’ out everyone’s way.
I need more caffiene definitely. Then I need to feed rumbly tummy and, alas, irk purtification must commence. First though, a little net surfin’ needs to occur. Gotta make my rounds!
Weather here is Short-sleeves-in-November. 'Course it’s usually like this every year.
Lunch has been eaten (and no, that’s not a sleazy self-reference. You pervs! :p), and I’m about 1/3 through my work week.
Afternoon coffee will be brewed presently, after which I have an afternoon from hell with 5 different meeting starting at 13:00 and ending at 18:00 without respite…
My internal clock has yet to reset. I was wide awake at 4, which used to be 5, and I wasn’t happy about it. Not only was I missing an hour of sleep, but there’s nothing on TV at that hour!! The vast majority of stations were running informercials, and no one needs to witness that kind of fakey excitement and enthusiasm at 4 in the morning. ugh.
We got to work earlier than usual since I packed our breakfasts and lunch last night. All I had to do this morning was scoop the cat box and the usual shower-and-dress routine. **FCD **has a lot of crap to deal with, but me, not so much. I have a few things to get done, and I’m hoping my PA contact will send me some more change orders. I know she’s got a lot that needs to get done, but I can’t do any of it till she tells me…
I woke up at 4 as well and then slept in little bits and pieces until I finally gave up a few minutes ago. Breakfast soon and then getting ready for the long trek to Eastlake.
Afternoon, Mumpers! It’s bright and sunny here, no rain forecast but temperatures are only expected to get up to about 11 degrees at the most so it’s a bit chilly out there.
It’s early afternoon, just had lunch (no, pervs, n.o.L) and contemplating what to do for the rest of the day until hometime. I have some baking to do tonight as we have a taster night at Fat Club tomorrow and there’s laundry to do, and it’s rubbish night so the bins need to be sorted out. Plenty to do as usual!
TVCTPMO is hard at irk this mornin’. Havin’ problem with the desktop computer, hence I’m usin’ the laptop which I prefer anyway, so take that desktop! Also, email has refused so far to allow me to attach a document. Stoopid email. I’ll try again later and it’ll probably be all fine. Still that’s too much grrrr for first thing in the mornin’.
A MMP is correct because M is a consonant. Thus if one is pronouncing the acronym MMP one would say “A Monday Morning Post.” Or say an MMP for all I really care. I’m all loose and devil may care when it comes to grammar. That’s just how I roll.
It’s a chilly 39 with a predicted high of 50.
Eating breakfast as we speak.
The thermostat wars have begun, with her pushing it up to steamy 73 and me lowering it back down to a reasonable 68.
The house hunting is slow, especially when you really don’t know where you want to go. I’ve been looking at WV.
Tension isn’t so bad anymore, I started channeling my internal Honey Badger. I don’t care, I don’t give a shit… but I draw the line at eating
mice and cobras.:eek:
My body is fighting with my watch about what time it really is. Gotta head to irk, which will be really fun without my usual desk stuff to keep me entertained.
TVCTPMO still won’t let me attach a file to an email.
BBBobbio we await, hearts all aflutter, your tale of rescue promised in the last MMP. Ok, actually we’ll just check back in from time to time to see if you’ve posted it yet.
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