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I can’t stand it when I publish the blog post and things don’t align properly. It drives me nuts. The preview function isn’t WYSIWYG at all. (Much as I detest acronyms, I first heard this waaaaaaaay back in the college days, in the context of systems theory I think it was …or perhaps I’m recalling SISO, which makes more sense in a systems framework, but I digress… …so I’m going to allow its use in this one post.) Anyway, I republish the stupid post several times and fiddle with this and that until it lines up and my sidebar is always on top. Formatting. Hrumph. Such a waste of time, but I have to do it. I have to. So so particular, is she. Type A, they call it. Or anal, if you’re not being very nice.

The documentary continues.

After work I finally took a shower, and decided to grab a little joi de vie (Suse, French spell check please). My choice of wardrobe would surely land me in snarkywood, were I a celebrity. Fashion faux pas for certain. But oh, so comfy, and I’m going for a walk. Yes, a walk. It’s a good thing I am not a celebrity. I’d be lambasted for my attire for sure. I have until 5 o’clock, which is the latest I can allow myself before I have to leave to pick up my little one.

The street by my house is lined with rocks. When I had dogs, my boy Jet would pee on every rock. He was a champion that way. Oh how I miss my Jet. I was so inspired to be outside, in the fresh air, that I decided to try jogging. Jogging! Alas, it was very short lived. I made it to the end of the street. The double-dees and tree stumps to which my feet are attached bring the fantasy vision of the long legged Masai running effortlessly for miles upon miles through the desert to an abrupt screeching halt of a reality check. It takes me another block to recover from the coughing fit that this moment of idiocy induced. I was so caught up in le joi de vie (Suse, need your help again) that I forgot I was sick.

I noticed that the street-side landscaping behind the fences of the houses one block over is much nicer than what lies behind my fence. Their neighborhood is probably ten years older, and perhaps the developer landscaped Or the city or county had different rules back then The city or county maintains the land behind my fence. I wonder if they maintain the land behind the neighboring block’s fence

The sign, sadly appropriate, is stationed directly behind my house. It is an outrage. An outrage! I wonder if that land is even mine, or if it is easement or city property. Things I should pay attention to when buying houses. That and their proximity to busy (noisy) streets. I arrive home with ten minutes to spare before I must dash off to collect my bundle of joy.

The documentary. More Self-Portrait Tuesday info here.

Mornings are his best time. He is so snuggly and an all around love, my love bug. All smiles and contentment. He’s my little space worm (and longer than I thought). Mornings are too short lived because I have to work and he has to go to daycare.

Do not all office floors have a giant stuffed horse and an exersaucer My office is a cluttered cave. The blinds are closed to reduce glare on my screen, and also, because milk duty renders me topless for a good part of the day.
My desk is no less messy than it was last week. It’s chaos and I don’t like to work in these conditions, but I don’t have the energy or gumption to clean it at present, nor do I have sufficient office space for the overflow. It’s depressing, this cave.
It seems there is no respite from bottle washing.

While washing bottles, I see my lawn of dandelions and thistles beyond the kitchen window. Depressing. But the leaves cheer me up. I love leaves. And fall.

The coffee has made me somewhat loopy today. Perhaps it’s the drum of my head with the sinus congestion. Caffeine normally doesn’t faze ( ) me. My coffee cup is less than perfect. I like bone china but have yet to find the perfect blend of size, shape, color, feel, and volume. This cup has the perfect volume, but nothing else.

Maybe some nice herbal orange tea will help. Lots of it.
I’ve been craving toast with butter and Marmite. So salty and satisfying. I will be glad when the coughing, congestion, and misery is over. Until then, comfort foods like this are most welcome. Who am I kidding They’re welcome all the time.
I am distracted by a ray of sunshine. It lifts my spirits tremendously, and I yearn to be outside in the fresh fall air, cool and crisp. My favorite.

Beyond the blinds there is bamboo, falling leaves, damp grass, and fresh air.

Yes, beyond the blinds there is sunshine and fresh air. But I am stuck within.

One of the conveniences of working from home. Still in my jammies. The other half took the space worm to daycare today, so I haven’t even gotten dressed yet.
Bed head. It’s what I like best about this haircut. It looks the same fresh out of bed as it does when it’s freshly ‘done’. Working from home, I don’t bother with makeup, hygiene, and wardrobe as much as I should.

The thing is, the days tend toward depressing, and I know that I would feel better if I did actually take a shower, get dressed, put on makeup, and fluff up my hair. I’m still stuck in the cave, but it would help.