the candid files

So not too much has changed since my last post.  It’s still FREEZING in here.  The kids are in bed because it’s 11:00, so at least they’re  quiet.

I love snow.  Even when I’m at work and I only see the snow when I make my 47-time-per-day trek around the office, past all the big huge windows, to talk to so-and-so, pick this up from whats-their-face, drop that off with you-know-who…I  could probably do a lot of my work from the sedentary spot at my desk but then I would never see any of my colleagues – maybe I wouldn’t recognize them if I ran into them at the grocery store or in the mall.  I’m sometimes suprised by how rare it is to run into a co-worker outside of work.  And for some reason whenever I do it’s really only the people who I know only on a “hey I’ve seen her face around” kind of basis.  I suppose that I should feel ashamed that there exists people I don’t know in my organization, but since we have staff that only work weekends and staff that work out of hospitals and other sites, we really only get everybody in one room for the annual Christmas luncheon.  So I can be excused, I think.

Anyway, this was pointless.  I’m going to go huddle under a mound of blankets and hope I fall asleep before I freeze.  Although I sort of doubt I’ll know because I hear that freezing to death feels a lot like falling asleep.  Now I’ll be paranoid.  Oh great.