I'm At Work. Wow.

For the moment, anyway. Boss says to leave as soon as it starts snowing this afternoon. I was cool with staying until it was time to go to PT, but why argue? :)  I came in at 7:45 and was alone until after 9am. Molly has set up a 'Log Me In' account on my computer, so I can work from home. All I can do is check voice mail, really, but it's 'work'. We're closed tomorrow and likely Thursday. Friday I was leaving early anyway for Farpoint. So, precious little working this week!

Farpoint Schedule

Is rather light. Not a whole lot of panels I'm interested in, and a whopping one on Saturday (Dr Who), which is of course scheduled against autographs. And for the 4th year in a row, Supernatural is against autographs & the art auction/artist pickup. What's with that? But this year I was looking at least as much towards socializing and gaming so in that respect the light panel schedule isn't so bad. And the Dominion tournament is in the morning, so I have a fighting chance at it assuming I'm less hung over that other participants! As long as the roads are cleaned up enough for terri_osborne and I to get there Friday, should be a good weekend with friends.

Going Home Craziness

Getting from work to home was veeerrryy innnteerrrestinng. Mom has been,,,exceedingly cranky. I figured she needed reading material and booze, and we needed a break from each other. Therefore...

I stalled off leaving work so I'd have more work to bring home with me (is that weird or what? But I'll be stuffing envelopes tomorrow.) I was parked in, so naturally just as I was about to leave, the attorney who had me parked in got a phone call. Half an hour later...then as I was pulling out of the lot, my left windshield wiper blew out. So I drive, in the snow, with no wipers, straight to Midas. Fortunately my main mechanic man was on duty and not very busy. Ten minutes later I have new wipers and readjusted wiper arms. While waiting, I considered cancelling my PT appointment. Decided not to. While I'm paying, the PT calls ME to cancel. The therapist wanted out of tonight's schedule. So that at least was out. Then to the library, where one of my Mom's best friends, whom I'd hoped to see, had been told not to come in because of the weather. But my father's buddy was working, and he helped me chase down 6 mystery novels for Mom, and I picked 2 biographies. Next stop was Safeway, where there were no eggs, darn few milks or ice creams and I snagged the last loaf of rye bread. Then next door to the liquor store, to get lottery tickets for me and Bloody Mary fixings for Mom.  Last stop: McDonald's. I wasn't cooking. That was one huge arse crate of stuff I hauled into the house. But Mom is happy for the first time in days and I'm in until Friday, most likely.

Snow time...