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Our admin assistant, who is not normally scatty, has got holiday madness and is going off into spiraled tangents at every opportunity. Couple this with my dream/hallucination/possible real event of confusion last night of waking to find that the clock radio had magically changed time (it said 108, my watch 230) and then finding this morning that it had changed back again (to the coprrect time), and an explanation positing a breakdown in the space-time continuum that had T. looking cutely perplexed, and you have my day.
Dad & bro collected me from work, and I treated them to dinner, did a (very) little shopping, and headed back here with Dad - Jeff jeaded for the mall. Ouch. But I bought a little chest of drawers with a metallic pewter-looking finish that was so sweet I couldn't resist. It may become the world's largest jewelery box...
It feels very strange to have other people here.
Oh, the George Street United Church Soup Kitchen is very happy my friends didn't get Christmas cards.
Dad & bro collected me from work, and I treated them to dinner, did a (very) little shopping, and headed back here with Dad - Jeff jeaded for the mall. Ouch. But I bought a little chest of drawers with a metallic pewter-looking finish that was so sweet I couldn't resist. It may become the world's largest jewelery box...
It feels very strange to have other people here.
Oh, the George Street United Church Soup Kitchen is very happy my friends didn't get Christmas cards.
