I am having a bit of an odd/difficult/paranoid time at work. The kind of head scratching moments that make me question why I stay in this line of work. That makes it sounds like it was a choice. It's either what I do or $25K a year covering bake sales -- some days the bake sales were definitely more interesting. Today was one of those busy, look cute in heels days. The heels look cute but the feet hurt.
As much as I like to play uber-mom, fact is work weighs on my mind far more than it should. It's been on my mind a lot. Today, they finished another chapter, and I'm feeling sad and oh-so tired. I came home -- pager went off in the car. I'm stuck in traffic. I ignore it for 20 minutes while I drive home. It's an easy call -- definitely a friendly. Still, hard to unplug with this thing on my hip.
The Boy announced he only had dictée (French spelling) to practice. I chill, check out facebook.
My friend (real life, we've had dinner and we've run together) Kari has posted this link. Go ahead, it's great fun. I love when "serious" orchestras have a little fun.
Then my BBC feeder had lost of pretty pictures. Including the winner of the Prix Pictet (definitely for the photo buff.)I love looking a photos especially when they are unusual, or gripping. Definitely worth listening to the commentary.
Slowly I feel my spirit lifting, I get wrapped up in my own drama once in a while. The Man comes home picks up The Boy for Operation Pumpkin Pick-up. Three out of four are carved now... photos to follow.