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I was having a decidedly unproducrtive day at work, and a weekend of work looming.
Once it started getting shitty out (and it IS shitty out, my ride home didst sucketh, and I had all of a 10 minute one) everyone decided to finish up and bail. I packed up what I could do mindlesslyt at home, volunteered to take the mail (Note tro self:*SLAP* Don't do that again) to the post office, then came home.
I'm on the couch, in the living room, laptop a'lapped, door open so I can see, smell and hear the snow (falling snow makes a *swishing* sound, the quieter the surroundings the better, my favorite was an Xmas Eve snow because of how quiet even this city gets) TV on low, a plot to watch Doctor Who for a few hours afoot, all the lights off, and a cup of International Coffee, Chai tea flavored, sitting cooling slightly on the table.
I like it here. This is good. I realized how little time I've had to myself, even when sick, and I'm enjoying it.
(Oh, speaking of that, apparantly, on top of whooping cough, I also have bronchitis, because someone ELSE in the office does. Even though my symptoms are of the healing variety, instead of the cat sitting on chest kind.)
Once it started getting shitty out (and it IS shitty out, my ride home didst sucketh, and I had all of a 10 minute one) everyone decided to finish up and bail. I packed up what I could do mindlesslyt at home, volunteered to take the mail (Note tro self:*SLAP* Don't do that again) to the post office, then came home.
I'm on the couch, in the living room, laptop a'lapped, door open so I can see, smell and hear the snow (falling snow makes a *swishing* sound, the quieter the surroundings the better, my favorite was an Xmas Eve snow because of how quiet even this city gets) TV on low, a plot to watch Doctor Who for a few hours afoot, all the lights off, and a cup of International Coffee, Chai tea flavored, sitting cooling slightly on the table.
I like it here. This is good. I realized how little time I've had to myself, even when sick, and I'm enjoying it.
(Oh, speaking of that, apparantly, on top of whooping cough, I also have bronchitis, because someone ELSE in the office does. Even though my symptoms are of the healing variety, instead of the cat sitting on chest kind.)
