I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in Minneapolis actually at work. Right now.
I mean, I'm taking my lunch, but I'm still compelled to sit at my computer, in a cubicle, in an office building, in Downtown Minneapolis.
Most of my co-workers have gone off to various emergencies/appointments/vacations.
Joel and Anne took a long weekend to visit family in Milwaukee.
Jeff and Diana are in Rochester for a doctor's appointment.
Dave's done with work for the day. (at least I hope he is.)
It looks gorgeous outside; it has all week, actually. I've still been kicking butt and taking names on my to-do list (which is shrinking considerably!) but have managed to squeeze in some quality porch time between boxes and knitting and schoolwork.
The mood of the day is: Antsy.
Here's how it works itself out:
((too much coffee + anxiety + exhaustion) - readily available logical boyfriend)) x Friday = ants in my pants.
Yup.
On to next week's to-do list and some more diet-caffeinated-soda.
I can do this. I can get this stuff all done.
I can do this. I can get this stuff all done.
I can do this. I can get this stuff all done.
