Watched the Golden Globes tonight.
Did you see Heath and Johnny in the crowd? Seriously.
I
need a life.
My Christmas tree is now officially a fire hazzard.
Some of the ornaments are off. Then I lost interest.
I've noticed that my attention span is shrinking in direct porportion to the expansion of my ass.
The back half (I like to refer to this as "my half") of the house was lovely this evening. Dishes all done, counters completely cleaned and all science experiments cleared away. (I think I'm done. Surely there won't be another "let's watch mould grow on food" experiement in my lifetime.) I have three big fat candles burning. The fireplace is glowing. Made a batch of warm, melting chocolate chips cookies. Sobbed for all the winners. Felt the pain with the losers. Ordered a batch of photos online from London Drugs. And corresponded with a few friends via e-mail.
All in all, not a bad way to end the day, especially considering...
Got an e-mail asking me to vacate my office space. Now, instead of looking out the window and seeing the mountains, I'm in an interior cubicle next to the fire escape, the photo copier and the garbage storage area directly under a flourescent light. I knew it was coming. I'd been warned for months and months that my spot in the private office was just temporary. So it wasn't a surprise.
But seeing Johnny and Heath right here in my family room, was a lovely distraction.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Seasons
2. Funky paperclips
3. Garage Door Openers
Shalom,
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