I got up at 10:35 today, but I tried to make it to church anyway, because it has been soooo long. I got there two minutes late. Seriously, Pastor E? 11:05. I'm just saying.
And yes, I still know this phobia is insane. Blame my crazy (but wonderful!) father. He wasn't happy unless we got wherever we were going at least 15 minutes early.
As I was leaving today, I discovered that brown, longhaired cat decided to leave me a little present and vomitted (is it one "t" or two? Two looks better.) all over my Adirondak chair. I left it until I got back, since I was actually trying to make it, and I took a looong drive after I didn't. After I cleaned it, I poured bleach all over the chair. Maybe that'll keep brown cat off of the chair.
My skin is so dry that it hurts. Especially on my forehead, where it almost looks like I have a rash. I use Burts Bees moisturizer, and it is usually really effective, but it isn't even touching this. I hope it's because of my thyroid. I should be finding out Wednesday.
I'm really tired, despite the fact that I got 9.5 hours of sleep last night. I hope that's my thyroid, too.
I tried to install drivers for my printer on my laptop. Vista didn't like them at all. Looks like I may need to give in at some point and get a new printer.
I think I must have lost some weight somewhere along the line. A bunch of shirts that I had that used to fit kind of tight don't now. It's weird.
There is a discussion on PBS right now about employers who impose penalties on workers because of bad health habits. I don't believe in that. I think employers should encourage healthy lifestyles, offer smoking cessation programs, discounts on gym memberships, etc. But I don't think you can discriminate against somebody for this, if they are productive, don't miss work, etc.
I had been trying to cook at home more often. But you know what? When I get home at 8 or 9 at night, I don't want to wait 45 minutes to eat dinner. Even if I did all the prep stuff in the morning and just cooked the food when I got home, it would still take half an hour. I don't want to be eating dinner at 9 p.m.
I miss finger painting.
There is a very smart woman on this show that I'm watching who has very, very unfortunate hair. If I knew I was going on a TV show, I'm pretty sure I'd spring for a visit to the salon first.
I don't understand adults who don't use banks. It doesn't make sense to me, at least if you were born after the depression.
I heard on the radio that Robbie Benson wrote a book. I think I need to buy it. He was one of my early crushes too, but even he didn't hold a candle to Michael J. Fox as Alex P. Keaton. Shockingly, neither one of them are gay. (For those of you who have not been playing along, I tend to find myself attracted to men who later turn out to be gay. It's a little bit annoying.)
If you are buying cranberry sauce for Thanksgiving, I highly recommend Whole Foods organic brand. It is the best I ever had, other than my mother's. Seriously, it tastes fresh and real, it is just sweet enough, and it is just really, really good.
I was tagged for a meme a few days ago, but I've been on deadline at work. I promise I'll play this week.