Sharif doesn't work on Mondays. When I got home yesterday, headachey and crabby, there was homemade soup ready on the stove and a special puppy visitor in the form of Peanut, who Sharif had borrowed from Ben for the evening. So I got fluffy puppy cuddles and yummy warm soup and I got to watch How I Met Your Mother and drink tea. So it turned into a pretty good evening. I even went to bed early.
It's been snowing today. It was coming down very nicely for awhile this morning, and my drive to work was pretty. It's not doing much of anything at the moment, though. I guess we probably won't be leaving early like we did last Tuesday. Oh well. Today has been OK so far (knock wood), in that I feel like I've actually accomplished a couple of things. We'll see if I can keep that up. So much of what I've been doing lately has felt like I'm running alongside the Red Queen, just trying to move fast enough to stay in one place.
My filing is taking over my desk. I need some quiet days, please.