O! Bliss...

WHAT a gorgeous day. there is autumn in the air. and as Moose A Moose says... I feel like I'm falling for fall.
when belle and i went for our walk today, i felt like i could have just kept going.

in the meantime, i'm just working on swaps.

Oh the Gratification of it all...

my anniversary gift from my husband. we have matching ones. i cannot wait to register him, train him, and get love-nudges through the days....

and i've reinstated my ball at the office. a while back i decided that a yoga ball (instead of a desk chair) would be beneficial for my posture and a ward against neck/shoulder/back/wrist pain. it worked a charm, i'll have you know (not to mention how wonderfully fun it is to be able to bounce whilst concentrating on a particularly perplexing proposition). shortly thereafter the wicked witch of the west became our new boss, and the ball was banned (for my own protection - they certainly didn't want me taking a fall and cracking my noggin - - on THEIR time). I even offered to sign a waiver stating that i knew the health risks involved in sitting on a surface as unstable as a yoga ball and that i would in no way hold them responsible for any harm that might come to me as a result of such. i explained that the ball had improved my attitude and corrected issues with back pain. they advised me that the company offers on-line counseling for stress and other emotional issues, and that if my back were a serious medical concern, that I could have my doctor prescribe a special chair that they would purchase for me. thing is, fun and self-expression are serious contraband under the purview of the wwotw, and nothing short of a lawsuit would allow me to have a yoga ball as a seat.
anywho - it's been almost 3 years since i moved to my new position - same company. i have an office here, with walls and a door. it's crossed my mind to bring the ball back but, truth be told, i've been afraid of facing the same profound sadness if i were to bring it back and lose it again. seriously folks, this thing rocks my world.
what changed my mind? my husband's recent trip to New York. while there he got a peek into the offices of Google where he noted that several of the folks there were sitting on - yep, you guessed it, yoga balls. that was it. i couldn't stand it any more. last weekend my mom and i went out shopping and, oh the joy of serendipity, they had one on sale for about half the usual price. i bought it, i brought it in, i blew it up (with a hand pump - no lung power like that here), and now it delivers the buoyancy and liberation i had so desperately missed.

not sure what it is about the folks at Google that made me feel like *I* should be equally empowered, and yeah, i still worry about all the kings men coming up here and giving me the "we thought we already told you about this" speech... but for now, my office seating situation is a total ball!

and finally - to end on an up note - - in another hour i'll be out of the office on my way home, to pack our bags for the weekend away. woo hoo!

meh

UPDATE::: see below to see what really happened

temp at last check
99.7

headache
from throbbing to splitting within the past half hour

left to do today
work (or at least leave the impression that i do)
1 hour commute (to be interrupted by refueling break)
post office to drop the recently viewed netflix
mow the lawn (hopefully NOT to be interrupted by refueling break)
collect the child
make dinner (no, i didn't prep for this today - sigh)
unload clean dishes and reload with dirties
(just the thought of having time and energy to do laundry is laughable)
use the last of energy cleaning teeth and face
sleep
sleep
mmmmmmmmm

what i will probably do
pretend to work
::: done - excellent pretending
drive home (fuel stop)
::: done - in spite of idiots on road
::: got to USPS just as they were bringing mail in from box
mow lawn
::: two and a half hours later 5 bags of meadow were bagged for collection
this is the LAST time i will do this myself
henceforth, i shall employ a goat - or several
collect child
::: nope - her dad, home from work before i was done w/above did this
order in
::: nope - husband collected my favorite subs for dinner
leave dishes for tomorrow
::: yep - box full of clean dishes awaiting away-putting
clean teeth and face
::: yep - barely
sleep
wake up
sleep
wake up
sleep
wake up
groan
::: it happened EXACTLY this way, with the addition of the fleeting thought of calling in sick this morning.

antarctica

for pete's sake - it gets hot outside and my office goes arctic.
i'm FREEZING - - and OH so glad i thought to wear a long sleeved shirt... if only i had a jacket to go over it.
and yeah, it's going to suck THAT BAD when i have to go outside into 90+ degree weather to go home. thank heaven it's friday and i don't have to face this again tomorrow.

too cold to write more - fingers are frozen

drag a comb across my head...

<<>>

hee hee hee

i have little tiny short hairs.

i can't even FEEL them unless

I reach up

i can see them though

and while they're not long enough to get into my mouth when i eat

it feels like they will

and freaks me out

kind of.

no one at work has noticed yet.

granted, i haven't left my cell and walked the hall

at least not since the rest of the drones have arrived

i like it - - my secret - - no one knowing, seeing, noticing

makes me feel like a super-secret-spy

as an aside

the next time someone asks me what superpower I would have

i'm going to say that i'd like to have lipo-suction fingers.

that i could turn on and off at will, of course

wouldn't that be cool?

back to you...

Update - - too long delayed

The antibiotics didn't work.
I don't have a concha bullosa in my snout.
There is no real level of assuredness as to what is causing the foul tastes and smells.

I will, however, be having sinus surgery (1 June).
The doc really needs to remove the infection (which can only be facilitated surgically)
While he's in there, he will be fixing my deviated septum, opening up my right maxillary sinus, and performing reductions on my right middle turbinate, and both inferior turbinates.
For more information, if your morbidly curious like I am, you can check out the pretty good information at SinusInfoCenter.com. I think it's run by a consortium of ENT's, but that's not so bad.

Other than that, life is just moving along as normal. Work is work. There's always something to be done with the house. My baby is fully wonderful and wonderfully funny.