The pros and cons of bubonic plague

Wow. I'm actually feeling...better. A little wheezy, a little sniffly, but no fever, no headache at the moment, not enough abject misery to be worth mentioning. My illness seems to be over! Yay!

Oh, wait, that means I have to go back to work now, doesn't it? Crap. *sigh*

All right, all right, I'm goin', I'm goin'. Before I do, though, allow me to take a moment to wish tidesong a happy birthday, and belated birthday wishes to cyan_blue! Love ya both!

Monday, in all its sharp lack of glory

1) Handy home tip, folks: when shaking the excess water from the wine glass you just rinsed, make sure you're not shaking it in the vicinity and/or direction of anything rigid and non-pliant. We're now down to one cobalt-stem wine glass now, from which I am drinking Seagram's Raspberry Ginger Ale all genteel-like.

2) Got to hang with girl-child Abbey for a while yesterday, which is always good. She was up for a birthday party for the weekend, while Nik stayed in Massachusetts so he could attend his annual Cub Scouts banquet, about which he talked my ever-lovin' ear off.

3) I have a witness who will back me up on my statement that Lucy the Short-Bus Kitty just attempted to hatch the plastic egg container from a batch of glow-in-the-dark Silly Putty.

4) The current nightmare repeat-offender obscene caller in the 804 area code (the one we're logging so we can arrange a gangland Louisville Slugger smackdown file a police report) has temporarily set aside his threats of golden showers and other unpleasantries to tell us, "you'd better be votin' for motherf***in' Obama, b**ch!" Thaaaaat's lovely, sir, thanks. Coworker Karen got that call today, filled out the official report, and printed out two copies: one for Security, and one for the break room.

5) Sign of the Coming Apocalypse, Vol. CXXIV: caffeinated Snickers bars. Complete with not-for-children-or-pregnant-women warning label. I'll be retiring to my couch cushion fort now, if you don't mind.