Thursday, December 15, 2005

tomorrow, tomorrow, i love ya, tomorrow... Ooooh, too tired to come up with a decent post tonight -- and that's rare. Usually, when I say I have nothing to write, I manage to stretch out the explanation for at least a page-down or two. But one of the things about writing so much for work and at home is that when you run out of mental steam, you need to save whatever you have left for the office. And when you run out altogether, well -- you better hope you get a day off! Well, lo and behold, guess what I have? Due to a major departmental reorganization (locational, not positional), the writers and some of the other kids where I work have the day off tomorrow while they put our section back together and figure out our network stuff. It's shocking. It's blissful. It's all sorts of good things. I love my job and the people I work with, but there could not be a better time health-wise for me to catch a bit of an extra break. I'm going to spend the day recuperating, kicking this cold, losing my persistent wheeze, and doing some MegStuff (tm). And now I need to begin that process by forcing myself to catch some shuteye and put the bloggage on hold for one night. Don't worry -- I can't hold off much longer than that, anyhow. So -- until I resurface (sometime tomorrow) -- please gather on the cushy couches around the fire and enjoy some cocoa, mulled cider, and Christmas baking. Regale one another quietly with stories. Tell jokes. Leave me questions, queries, concerns, topics... whatever you wish. And, of course, feel free to creep in and leave lattes and flowers and treats by my bedside. Or snow-covered baby seals. Because them's some cuteness. (But maybe put a towel under them for when the snow melts. And give them some fish. And some of my latte if they want, but not too much... their eyes are beady enough as it is.) Night, kids. And shhhhh. 12:31:21 AM    well, yes, but...  []

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