Damnable no-shows

I had three home visits after playgroup today and two of them no-showed me. That is so frustrating... it's like, okay, here I am ready to do the work and my productivity suffers anyway. Grar. I'm at 108% of quota right now so I don't have anything to worry about, but yuck. I'd rather just, you know, have all of my scheduled appointments.

I got home earlier than expected (I guess the one perk of no-shows) and after talking with Tim for a bit, have parked myself on the couch to watch Meet the Fockers from Netflix so I can send it back and get something else. It's not a stellar movie so I don't have to pay attention, which is nice.

I was supposed to have two Netflix movies but only got one. I hope it's not another missing movie. I wonder if The Movie Thief is involved. HA!

It's Survivor night. YAY! Coworker Gina and Ben are coming over, whee. :)

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Funny story:

This morning I coughed so hard that I set off my gag reflex, and I threw up a little bit in the kitchen sink. I had taken my 4 honkin' Metformin XR about 10 minutes before, and two of them floated on up. I watched them, perfectly whole, fly out of my mouth and down the drain. They looked JUST like they did going down.

So I didn't know what to do - do I take two more? Do I just leave it as is? In a compromise maneuver, I took one extra. Heh, I'm even diplomatic with drugs.

Global Warming

The weather today was absolutely amazing. I know that winter isn't over but sometimes I just like to get my hopes up. I left my coat in the office because it wasn't necessary in the almost 60° loveliness; the sunshine even made the dirty, downtrodden neighborhoods chipper. An inner-city groundhog ceremony, adorned and gilded teens occupied stoops up and down my travels. Tomorrow they'll be back inside, the forecasters say. A pity.

I know it's only February and I shouldn't dream of such pleasantries, but my mind drifts to subtle springtime, the smell of damp, fertile earth bursting with early flowers. Roads specked with dirt untouched by still-garaged street sweepers. Outdoor recesses. Baby birds in growing trees. Aaah, springtime in the city.

60° on February 16th. Global warming is a dangerous thought, but I have a terrible time being disappointed. A flaw, I'm sure, but I can deal with that.