coffee weasels

I really rather want to bite somebody. My coworkers still take me seriously, but nobody else involved with any committee I'm involved with does. They keep backing out of things at the 11th hour, thereby leaving us (but mostly me since I'm the one sending the emails) scrambling around looking like idiots who can't plan anything. And I'm still hungry, having inhaled lunch half an hour ago.

Good stuff:
Lily likes my bed so much that she'll sleep on it when I'm in it.

Heat is good. It makes me much less inclined to eat overly large amounts of anything warm. (The furnace got turned on yesterday.)


Still hungry. And gotta wash floors this week.