It's Tuesday, and I'm already luxuriating in the idea that I only have to work two more days this week! It didn't take long, once I got full-time employment again, for me to start relishing my time off.

I'm stressing today. Not because I have such a rush of work on that I can't handle it or anything although, more about that later. No, I realized this morning that I ran out of meds a few days ago and have not yet remembered to get a refill. These thyroid meds are tricky. If I take them, I never think twice about it, but three or four days off of them and the random panic attacks start again. It's stupid to let myself run out. They're cheap and convenient since I get my refills in 90-day quantities. Sometimes I sabotage myself through sheer procrastination.

And, speaking of! Ashlyn! I saw your email just two minutes ago! Picture me prostrated with shame, ravaged by grief, and just generally all-over mortified. I sweartogod I am not stealing your DVDs. They've been boxed up for three months, waiting for me to slap an address label on and drop them off at the post office. I will bring them to the office tomorrow and go out on my lunch hour and mail them. Really! I will! (The R.C. says it's a good thing most of my friends are themselves procrastinators, or I wouldn't have any friends left.)

And, referring back to my earlier comment about my workload, let me edit that to point out that it's 'NutNews week again, so fairly busy. I've been editing text, fixing punctuation, rewriting gibberish, and cursing my poor html coding skills for the last two days. And I'm frowning at one member of TeamChaos at the moment. The one thing I asked them was not to get all carried away with changing the order of the articles, once the newsletter is coded. Minor text edits are okay, but having to change 15 links and bookmarks is just asking for trouble. Naturally, someone decided, at the 11th hour, that the article currently in eighth place needed to be first. Grrr.

Yawn. I thought about working up a head of steam over it, but before I could make up my mind, I'd finished making the edits.

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I'm not the world's most interesting blogger, am I?

I was poking around the other day, trying to find that pile o'files with all of my novel research, but I couldn't find them. I'm beginning to fear that those papers hit the dumpster along with all the other debris I got rid of in the Great Clear-out of '07. I hate when I do that.

I did run across a story outline that the R.C. swears I wrote and sent to her in the 70s. When I read it, it rings no bells but she swears it's mine. If I run across it again, I'll try to keep track of it so I can share it with you. (I'm sure you'd be no more bored by that than anything else I blog about.) Or I could post some of the research I did for the 18th C. detective series I pretended I was going to write? I wonder if I kept any of that? I think I had more fun with the genealogy of that than anything else. (Like Bertie Wooster, my detective was cursed with a multiplicity of aunts.)

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I had a very nice weekend last week, but it wasn't anything earth-shattering enough to go on and on about. Just, you know, peacefully nice. I saw Megan on Saturday. We watched The Baker, an odd and interesting little movie loaned to me courtesy of my own, personal Odd & Interesting Media Pusher, and I admired her expensive but entirely fabulous new fence.

I don't have massive plans for the upcoming holiday weekend. At some point, the R.C. and I are going to hit the outlet mall. Now that the never-ending project of shoveling out my closet is actually reaching the point where there are, in fact, only clothes hanging in there that I actually wear, I'm shocked to discover that I own only five "work" blouses and four shirts in decent enough condition (and close enough to my size) to wear out of the house on the weekends. If I get lazy one weekend and don't do my ironing, I could wind up going to work nekkid by the end of the week.

Yes! Four years of closet cleaning proved that I need new clothes!

If I'd known that a consequence of going on the diet was that I'd never again be able to find an abundance of decent clothes to wear, I might not have bothered. (I talk about "the diet" a lot for someone who only needed to lose 40 lbs and actually lost 30 lbs, don't I?)

And, speaking of the holiday weekend, Gidget is trying to make me leave early on Thursday. She's holding a grudge about me having to work until 5:00 before the Memorial Day weekend. Life isn't quite as tough here at the Argonut Café as I sometimes pretend it is. My boss takes care of me.

Although, I doubt if I do. Leave early on Thursday, I mean. Once I get the 'NutNews for this week launched, I'll have the usual two days of follow-up tasks. But it's nice of her to think about it, you know?

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