When Gidget was here, my monthly schedule looked like this:

Now that she's not here, my January schedule looks like this:

And I'm not even done adding all the projects I've been committed to doing to next week's schedule.

I'm just saying. Not having as much fun these days.

My job? I'm so far from having time to actually do it that I've pretty much even given up being bitter on the subject. I can't even quite remember what it felt like, to come in every day, work hard, and leave knowing that everything was just a little bit better than it was the day before.

In fast, this week it's been pretty much a full-time job to sit through all the meetings I was scheduled for, and afterwards to make lists of what I was supposed to do. I had no hope at all of actually doing any of it, but I was able to insure that the Task List was comprehensive! If I get hit by a bus, or win the lottery this weekend, whoever gets stuck with my chair has their work cut out for them.

I wanted to blog this week - about Gidget, about the inauguration, about the weather, about a dozen other less momentous but transiently interesting things. All those thoughts are gone now....

BTW, I finally got to see Gidget yesterday. Even though they were letting her out of the hospital* late yesterday afternoon, she was thrilled to hear that I'd planned to come and see her, and I got to go and visit with her for a couple of hours.

She's tired, and pretty wrung out, as you would be after a near-death experience and 14 days in a hospital bed, but they seem to be optimistic that she's improving. She's still on a 24-hour IV drip for antibiotics and whatnot, but I'm sure she feels better today, just being home.

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* Swankiest. Hospital. Ever! All private rooms with couches and patient lounges with fireplaces and I don't know what-all. Free wi-fi all over the place. Not a single hard, plastic chair in sight. No metal coffee urns with burnt coffee dregs stinking the place up.