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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Sep-5-2005

Since I have been back, nothing seems to go right or smoothly with work- work. Today was yet another day when nothing that I did really worked.

It begins to depress me. Really.

I know what I have to do, and that is to wake up tomorrow seeing it as a fresh new day, not another piece of a pattern. I have to simplify things to h*ll and back. I have the design, I simply need to plug in the content and not fuss so much over just how I plug it in.

This is very good advice.

And that is just what I shall do, for- after all- tomorrow is another day.

*har- I feel just like a High School football coach*

  1. Nean Said,

    No, of course that is not what you need to do. Here is what you need to do:

    You need to pick up your tiny little cordless phone and have somebody, oh, just any old body, say maybe somebody who hasn’t seen you in a while and misses you just awfully be on the other end who will ply you with south african red wine in quantity.

    Whereupon you will (the next day) bend your thoughts to your work with new fervor as it will be an excellent opportunity not to have to think about the effect of tannins on nerve endings.

    Hee, hee.

  2. sue Said,

    Ugh, at times, having a very clever little friend can be tiresome- after all, you are ALWAYS right. No fair.

    I’m still trying to figure out when Han will be here- it does sound like he will be gone until…oh, Christmas at least. Catherine should like to come over during the October break- stay here, stay there, hit a Center Parc- have you any reports on them? They always sounded rather nice to me. If one has small children, that is.

    Tomorrow I shall wake up singing, I know this to be true. Painful, but true.

    By the way, that’s the same way that I ( hack) potty trained Meg. Read : uh, she did it herself.

    But then, so did Mike…

  3. Nean Said,

    Han? Who invited Han? Thought you were going to become as licentious as the Curzon sisters? (You realize the only way to write like that is to sleep with most of the A-list of english nobility of course. Bleah, too high a cost if you ask me.)

    Oh, all right, he can come, too. I suppose. Though I had planned to leave Paul with all five kids to tell you the truth.

    Hey, he owes me.

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