Afternoon, mumpers! It’s 6c/43f with a predicted high of 8c/46f and rain showers. Weather app says “It looks like someone’s going to smell like a fucking wet dog today and that someone isn’t me”. Nor me, I have been out briefy, it rained a few drops on me, and I am back in the dry office again.
I am having a mixed day today. Last night I had a message from a friend to say that her husband passed away in the early hours of yesterday morning. It was a shock, but also not unexpected since he’d been diagnosed with (and treated for) cancer, which returned and spread. He went into hospital on Sunday and passed away peacefully. She hasn’t yet got her heart high enough to let the farcebook world know about him, she sent a message to group of us to let us know and asked that we keep it quiet until she is ready to tell everyone. I understand that, she told me privately that whilst she appreciates the condolences from those who were close to them both, she is not ready for the outpouring of love that she will get from farcebook. That, she says, is too much for her today.
Logged into irk, the boss asked how I was, and my first response was that I’d need a couple of days off to go to a funeral
before asking how she was as she’s also not in great health and had to take most of yesterday off after disappearing out of a meeting. Makes me grateful that the only serious issue I have is general tiredness and menopausal insomnia.
Thus my day progresses, trying to do three people’s work (boss is overwhelmed, and my oppo is currently off sick with stress and depression) so someone has to pick up the pieces. We have a staffer leaving next week, she’s been offered a fantastic research position in Athens so she’d be crazy to turn that down. We are redistributing her work, some of it is coming my way because it’s big and complicated, so I was meant to pass something else over to the boss who of course has not yet done the very urgent job that needed to be done last week. I did it after a brief chat with her earlier, took me all of five minutes so that’s one thing progressed slightly.
Miss_Owl welcome back! And congrats on becoming another retired drain on society! You will have a long way to go before you achieve swampy’s olympic-level slothage but I am sure you’ll do your best.
Mooooom sorry to hear about MIL, I hope someone can nag some sense into her instead of everything falling on you and FCD. My mum had her daily pills in a blister pack from the pharmacy, she thought it was a fantastic idea and propped it up by the kettle so she would see it whenever she went to make a cup of tea as a reminder to take them.
sari I’m sorry to hear about your family woes, you really don’t deserve these people. It doesn’t sound like they deserve nice either, and it’s a shame when family has to be so horrible. I would also be telling your son to get his big boy drawers on and get out driving. Tell him a less-than-70 Brit told him so! I’ve spent a fair amount of time in your country, and I can tell you it’s definitely not fond of people who can’t drive.
seanette…I think you have a stalker
Welcome, Bob, I think you’ll fit in pretty well around here!
Two meetings already this morning, bucketloads of things to do, and two more meetings this afternoon. I don’t know how I’m going to fit in my required amount of tea!