canned heat?
i think it was pre-determined that i would be frustrated at work today. despite a very pleasant walk in with neighborSusan & her lovely dog Hollow, i don't feel like i'm handling things well. i keep thinking i'll get something to leave the room, but them i am thwarted. again. i am overwhelmed by the amount of large fragile things that cover every possible workspace & even the floor & it's always someone else's job to decide where it belongs! & teresa is not here. she is in california, normally i would call her & we would get lunch & grumble about work. i need to tell teresa about the large warp in time & space that is occurring in my dining room that only she & her dad would understand...
it's freezing in here again, the thermometer claims it to be 67 degrees, but i think it lies. how does one measure the wind chill? i'm sorry, i'll stop. instead of more complaining, here are some pictures i've been keeping in my digital camera for one reason or another, but mostly because they make me smile:



