I survived the 3:45am wakeup call yesterday, the meetings, the presentation, the boss.
I am still tired.
I prepare now for the 40+ meetings in Germany in less than 2 weeks.
I returned to the office to learn that the one dead mouse they found in a closet adjacent to my office had friends; additional mice carcasses were discovered.
I’m glad I wasn’t here for that. I am here, however, for a lingering smell…
We finally painted our kitchen this weekend. It’s not quite finished. It’s almost done and then there’s laundry and cleaning and switching and switching back summer to fall to summer clothes. What is up with the temps?
There has been mulling over of babies, reading of articles about how women are forced to decide between career or baby or both or what? And then there’s the whole when you’re 27, your fertility decreases. I’m officially old and almost 27 1/2.
Some of you Internets make me feel old in your 24 and earlier ages. What happened to the time?
I know I’m being slightly melodramatic and I know that I’m not old…yet…but I feel it. Planning out things like having babies is serious. I take it seriously. I don’t understand how one plunges into this. How does one plunge?
Sex, I can understand, plunging, I cannot.