Quick update
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telarynGoing to try and be better about updating this thing -- especially since I've got these fun new icons to play with. For a Monday, things seem to be fairly smooth so far. It is one of those days where I've reached this point and am slightly stunned that I've been at work for two hours already.
Don't get me wrong -- it's not unusual for me to feel like I've done two hours worth of work by this point (and today's no exception). I just think I've been programmed that work is something that starts at 8am or 9am...and to be a fourth of the way through the day at this point in time just doesn't track.
Some excitement this morning: I was getting in the shower, and noticed that we had a big honking roach in the cat litter. Not a palmetto bug, thank GOD, but one of the Florida roaches on steroids that are pretty much the norm down here.
What pissed me off, aside from my weenie cats dancing around with a "getitkillitZOMGIhavetopee!" attitude, is that one of the things I *did* manage to find the energy to do this weekend is scrub the litter box. I've been trying every four to six weeks to dump the entire box, take it out to the on site car wash station and hose it completely down.
In retrospect I think I could have forgiven a roach wanting to investigate the litter box *last* week. But today? *facepalm*
Not to mention, it's an area where you can't hit it with insect spray, can't crush it with something heavy, and the idea of digging in it with my hands is...*shudder*
So I hauled out an old standby with a twist. I sucked him up in the vacuum cleaner, and then put the vacuum cleaner out on the back porch (figuring he was going to repeat what his cousin pulled on me a year or so ago and fight his way out).
As far as setting a tone for the day, I'll actually take this over last week, when my jeans blew up.
Don't get me wrong -- it's not unusual for me to feel like I've done two hours worth of work by this point (and today's no exception). I just think I've been programmed that work is something that starts at 8am or 9am...and to be a fourth of the way through the day at this point in time just doesn't track.
Some excitement this morning: I was getting in the shower, and noticed that we had a big honking roach in the cat litter. Not a palmetto bug, thank GOD, but one of the Florida roaches on steroids that are pretty much the norm down here.
What pissed me off, aside from my weenie cats dancing around with a "getitkillitZOMGIhavetopee!" attitude, is that one of the things I *did* manage to find the energy to do this weekend is scrub the litter box. I've been trying every four to six weeks to dump the entire box, take it out to the on site car wash station and hose it completely down.
In retrospect I think I could have forgiven a roach wanting to investigate the litter box *last* week. But today? *facepalm*
Not to mention, it's an area where you can't hit it with insect spray, can't crush it with something heavy, and the idea of digging in it with my hands is...*shudder*
So I hauled out an old standby with a twist. I sucked him up in the vacuum cleaner, and then put the vacuum cleaner out on the back porch (figuring he was going to repeat what his cousin pulled on me a year or so ago and fight his way out).
As far as setting a tone for the day, I'll actually take this over last week, when my jeans blew up.
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2/7/08 15:25 (UTC)You're welcome to hang out -- I'd recommend not getting bent out of shape if I don't friend you back right away. I'm notoriously slow about that -- it's nothing personal.