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meranthi is home today, taking care of

thastygliax and the little ones. I am at work, where I have through some drugged up mess with the space-time continuum gotten in shortly after 8 a.m. I intended to be at work for nine to work on the big project that has been eating our heads, but instead I got in an hour earlier than that. Makes me feel very paranoid.

I feel fuzzy and not very alert. It is mostly a side effect of the miracle and all of the baggage that comes with that. My sleep schedule went sideways and my work schedule is going vertical (or maybe plaid), but there is surprisingly low stress with this entire process. I should have gone out dancing on Friday night, but I didn't have any way of knowing that the car was going to pull a sickie on us the next day. Maybe I'll go dancing the next time (I think that is November 10th, correct?), but it is the day before

jiggliusceasar's birthday, so I'll just have to see how things go. I need to go out and be more active. My lardy butt ways are causing a little baby backslide (which mostly means hovering around this weight point - not actually too bad but I sometimes feel like I have eaten an entire hungry hungry hippo).

I have my surgery eval on Wednesday, so I will be coming in late to work on that day and probably working late that night. I don't appear to have work on Saturday or Sunday this week, though the project lady might change her mind. Work is this huge glory hole of effort and a lot of it feels like it is finally bearing fruit. Until then, I am going to putt about my normal tasks and wait for the powerpoint gods to smile on me and say, this is done, send it in.