my brother has a conference-y thing this week a couple hours away, so
with a little behestation from meg, they'd agreed he'd leave out
early, she'd take her regularly-scheduled vacation, and then mom
decided to go, then i decided to, also. i had fun, but spent more than
i'd wanted, and did not really get to 'hang out' with anyone from
so that was fun.
and i managed to accomplish little in the way of work (shocker), so i
am up right now, debating whether i am too tired to read essays. sigh.
it has been a long semester, but i am going to miss spending all this
time out at botany bay; i would consider a position out there, but the
head asshat in charge is, well, an asshat. i think it is a
prerequisite to going into administration. after all this time doing
the military/government/academia thing, i still cannot understand what
is so horrid about simply being *nice*.
i also came back to find that i have apparently ticked off mary
catherine, one of my friends from the program; as socially
inappropriate as i can be at times (when amongst friends), i suppose
she should not have been surprised when i called her on some
misinformation she was spewing, but it would seem that she was
surprised by it. i really do not know what to say to that one; i
honestly have not had a lot of experience with 'friends' that rattle
on when they should be shushing. i guess i will deal with it if/when i
get confronted, but in the meantime, it is an annoyance to come back
to find that i am getting the email 'silent treatment' (not too
mature, there). sigh. meh.
in other news, harry is driving me batshit; he is having some kind of
brain rebound thing or something, and i frankly have run out of
suggestions. he is supposed to see this new neurologist this week (i
think), and that day cannot come too soon.
i also wish that i had boarded my cats with this nearby 24-hr vet in
the past; not only are they available by phone all the time, but it is
incredibly easy to pick up my babies at any ol' time that suits me.
coolness. this is the same vet to whom chrissy introduced me ages ago,
the one who was cutting such a break for me price-wise on feral
speuters when i first got started doing the TNR stuff. i kind-of miss
trapping around xmas, listening to xmas carols on the radio as i drove
with stinky boy cats in traps over there. that was fun.
well, in a weird way.
i think that i have decided that i am too tired to really do anything
tonight; i will try again tomorrow. :-) i haven't even described the
fiasco at eviljob that erupted when i was away -- the husband of one
of my friends freaking *left* her, and she had a nervous breakdown.
supermom saved her by performing ego cpr and getting her to settle
down, then something else happened and now schmuckman is expected back
tomorrow -- monday (he found out his new gf snores and cannot cook,
was what i suggested to supermom via text). sigh. men. can't live with
them, can't dig deep enough to outwit cadaver dogs.