Wednesday.
December
12, 2001
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This postcard has nothing to do with the holidays, really...just a mailing list exercise (guess where I got the postcard images?)...
reverse side with small area for writing 'Merry Christmas' or 'Happy Hanukkah' or just 'Happy Holidays' or 'Let's Get Together!'
flamingo-Claus shines again
"Nothing is work, unless you'd rather be doing something else". James M. Barrie
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relapse I wake up with a scratchy throat and a headache. I feel worse after my shower and worse still after going to the car place to drop off my car for a six month check-up and some recalls. I decide to stay home. I'll work if I feel like it but I won't make myself go to the office. Miraculously, I have no meetings until the afternoon when I have a staff meeting I should call in for. So I sit in my office. I try to read some stuff, occasionally poking at my throat. I hate a sore throat where you can poke on outside of your throat and make it hurt. Or swallow. Or yawn. It isn't as bad as it could be, though. The Echinecea I took when I woke up gives me a lift again. While sitting around my office, I work on a few mindless tasks. I put stamps on the holiday cards. (Which do not, in fact, have anything to do with the holidays.) No, more a chance to exercise the mailing list and dash off a short personal note or 'Merry' this or 'Happy' that in the mercifully short blank space. But at least I am sending something. I write a few of those short notes, save a few for FFP to do. He's gotten postcard stamps for me. I stop and print a few more cards. I print a few more family calendars, too. I sort out the stuff I'm sending to people with their calendars. One of my sweet aunts has suggested that kids recently moved out of houses (my cousins' kids) might want one. More printing. FFP gets me some lettuce wraps at Chili's and I eat most of it but I don't have much appetite. I make a 'thank you' card for the party Saturday night. There always seems to be something that gets added to the end of my list of mindless activities.
This
mindless stuff is all my brain can get around. But there is a staff meeting.
FFP thoughtfully picked up a phone with a speaker and a mute button so
I could easily listen in. I play slides on my laptop. I'm not saying much.
Some of the presentations are about pricing and other mind-numbing subjects
for us nerds. I don't feel so hot. The meeting lasts three hours. At the
end, I've had to take a to-do to get the boss more lined up on the realities
of something. Sigh.
I don't feel good and decide to vegetate. FFP makes me Echinecea tea, I take another Dimetapp and I snooze in my chair. I wake up once to find FFP watching American Pie. I try to change the channel but he is actually watching it. Before going back to sleep I realize that I've seen almost the entire movie in random five minute segments. Not even my usual random fifteen minute segments. Five minute segments, I swear.
It hasn't been a good day. What work I did made me feel bad about my work. I still don't feel so hot in spite of staying home and not talking. (I croaked a few times when I tried so this was obviously a good choice.) Now I have a tough issue to tackle at work (one more time on this same one). And Christmas always leaves me feeling that, even though I don't choose to do much in honor of the season, that I have a hundred little things to do. I think it has to do with sending out cards and calendars and a few presents, even if they are checks. I'm doing my best to wind all this up, one way or the other, and enjoy some relaxing time off starting next week. Our handyman and his worthy helper have made the flamingo-Claus and his flamingo-deer shine again. Only they put Claus pulling the sled so it's like all flamingo-deer and a MIA Claus. So fitting. Anyway, we have lights on the house and stuff. No thanks to my efforts. I'm pretty useless all around.
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JUST
TYPING