Black Friday
I'm beginning to understand why the day after Thanksgiving is called Black Friday. It was quite obviously a phrase coined by someone, not unlike myself, who ran out of vacation days for one reason or another and is stuck at work on this lonely, cold day.
The ambient sound is black. There's nothing. Of my normal 7 coworkers, 1 is in today – otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get inside the building myself, they won't give me a key. And she's down the hall, and the quiet type.
I realized this morning that I totally missed Photo Wednesday this week, because I was so excited about the post I wrote instead on Wednesday. I promise I'll make it up to you when I get home. We've taken lots of pictures this week, but since I sold my computer and haven't bought a laptop yet, Mrs. T and I are sharing hers, and I'm installing as little as possible there to keep the intrusion as pleasant as possible – which means I haven't installed Picasa, which means I haven't uploaded any new photos to the photo album either.
So that's it. No poultry-induced medical dysfunction yet. I'm stuck at work with nobody to talk to, and nothing to do (more or less). No photos, and heck, not even a nice turkey sandwich waiting for me – I brought meatloaf.
It's the blackest of days.
The ambient sound is black. There's nothing. Of my normal 7 coworkers, 1 is in today – otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get inside the building myself, they won't give me a key. And she's down the hall, and the quiet type.
I realized this morning that I totally missed Photo Wednesday this week, because I was so excited about the post I wrote instead on Wednesday. I promise I'll make it up to you when I get home. We've taken lots of pictures this week, but since I sold my computer and haven't bought a laptop yet, Mrs. T and I are sharing hers, and I'm installing as little as possible there to keep the intrusion as pleasant as possible – which means I haven't installed Picasa, which means I haven't uploaded any new photos to the photo album either.
So that's it. No poultry-induced medical dysfunction yet. I'm stuck at work with nobody to talk to, and nothing to do (more or less). No photos, and heck, not even a nice turkey sandwich waiting for me – I brought meatloaf.
It's the blackest of days.
On Nuts
Last night, after dinner:
"Do you realize you're eating walnuts in our Tiffany bowls? Those are real crystal."
Mrs. T: "… They're not walnuts."
"Do you realize you're eating walnuts in our Tiffany bowls? Those are real crystal."
Mrs. T: "… They're not walnuts."
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