If I take today apart piece by piece, it was pretty annoying:

– my ‘baby,’ (by which I mean the multi-zillion dollar application my team runs) has the software version of some sort of ridiculous crud that the doctor has no idea what it is.

– the people who get to play with my ‘baby’ are having trouble understanding that the baby cannot come out and play right now, because it’s sick. This is despite my repeated emails reminding them that Baby is feeling puny and that I’ll email the minute, the minute I tell you! That Baby is feeling better.

– some people in meetings behaved in a manner that was frustrating, to say the least.

– I am not looking forward to flying into a blizzard tomorrow. My Inner Introvert is begging me to win PowerBall so we can blow this pop stand right now.

All that notwithstanding:

– Baby’s pediatrician, so to speak, is staying up late monitoring Baby and running tests. I know we pay Dr. Software to do so, but even so.

– Continuing the Baby metaphor: we had a little scare this week that maybe Baby is developmentally delayed. We proved today that Baby is not.

– I will enjoy myself once I get to The Frozen Popsicle That Is Indianapolis tomorrow. I did last year, and it is an incredible honor to be invited.

– I had lunch with a very dear friend, and made her laugh very hard, which always makes me feel good. It’s like a service: “I’ll Come Over And Make You Pee Your Pants A Little”

– I really liked the column I sent in. Sometimes I don’t like them so much when I send ’em; they have to grow on me.

– I had homemade tamales for dinner, thanks to a wonderful person I work with.

So many Bessts!

© E. Stocking Evans 2014