Coffee in the Atlanta skyline mug, "Get the Party Started" by Pink on iTunes. Today I tackle the last of the accounting. I am going to beat it into the ground with sticks, burn its twitching corpse, and spit on its smoldering ashes, yes I am. And I'm going to give those pet insurance people hell for their handling of Jester's claim. Today I am Teddy Roosevelt charging up San Juan hill. I am Harry "Give 'Em Hell" Truman. I am Amelia Earhart setting off around the world... I hope I have better luck on that last one--I'd like to be home in time for dinner.
Beyond that, there isn't much to say and the Mamas and the Papas have pretty much got it covered on iTunes: "All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray, I been for a walk on a winter's day. If I didn't tell him, I could leave today. California dreamin' on such a winter's day." It's blah. There's work, but most of it is boring. The only fun things I have going are the "Let Me Call You Sweetheart Exchange" for the glassartpics group, and the self portrait with Carol Carson and some other Warm Glass people--and I don't even get to *think* about them till the accounting, curse its black soul, is done. I should've taken the week off. *sigh*