It's darned cold in the office. It was hard getting out of my warm bed this morning. My alarm clock woke me up at 7, but I didn't roll out of bed until 8.
I need to take my recyclables down to the garbage room. I've been putting it off because there is a lot of stuff. I hope I don't have to make more than 1 trip.
My days off for January/February have been booked. I have mixed feelings about going away. I just wish I had an unlimited number of vacation days (and why doesn't money grow on trees?). Last night I saw photos from my mom's trip. Everyone looked so happy. I wish I had been there. There were a couple of funny shots, but they probably won't sound so funny here. They're just something you'd have to see. There was one photo of my cousin with the flower girl, but in the background, you see another cousin, E, making faces in the mirror. My aunt always did she's like me when she gets all goofy.
Last night, I had dinner at my mom's. There is no heat in her house at the moment. I don't think my temperature has recovered from that, yet. Every time I've gone over there to eat dinner, I've let pretty much right after. Usually dinners there are squeezed in between a workout (and a shortened one because I have to go have dinner) and plans afterwards. So now she complains I never stay long after dinner. "Why don't you stay a while - chat, nap, or stay over?!"
I laugh because in the past when I was living at home and telling her I wasn't coming home for the night, she'd always ask "what's wrong with sleeping at home?" At least now I can tell her I'd rather sleep at home.
Last night, the P Man came by and we watched [u]Orange County[/u]. He didn't leave his socks behind this time. The previous night he did. When I asked him if he did that on purpose, he said yes. Goof. I returned his socks to him.