Sick Day

I took a sick day from work. YES, as a matter of fact I WAS sick, not malingering. Sheesh. I am surprised you would think such a thing!

I had a bad sore throat yesterday and when I woke up I had a swollen uvula. Yep, that dangly thing in the back of my throat was about three times its normal size. It feels dang weird to be able to feel your own uvula!

So I stayed home. For a while. About 10 a.m., I got restless and went to put gas in the car, to Peet's Coffee for some fresh-ground beans and to the library to stock up. I came home and spent the day reading and sleeping and looking around the Internet. I found some cool stuff.

For instance, this post by hardbody 50-something artist Liz at Granny Gets A Vibrator had me laughing and clapping. Keep it up, sister-girl!

A link on Dooce explains how all the cool blogger kids are getting to go to Amsterdam on someone else's dime. Jealous? Why try to hide it? You bet!

The ever-handy Kottke has a link to a site where you can write your personal history. The non-profit Remembering Site gives enough cues that even those without any idea how to start can begin composing a life history. Why should only the powerful and famous have autobiographies?


One for my sister Laura, from Think Geek , Thanks to Dobbs for the point to that site.

And I was beside myself with joy to discover my favorite cartoonist, Lynda Barry has an online "magazine."

Unity is the only church I have ever been a member of. I grew up unchurched and proud of it. I always saw religion as something limiting and snobbish, not as a benefit. At least that's the way my family made it seem.

But I had a metaphysical bent and was always searching for Something. When I found my Unity church through their bookstore, I loved their teachings. No judgement, no hatred, no "God is only on OUR side" - it is kind of the Self-Help Book Church of Our Lord.

They have a little inspirational magazine called "The Daily Word" and now there is an online version . Many days the message is kind of eerily right on about what I am going through. If you need a dose of positivity, check it out.


When you're sick, it's good to have someone help you sleep it off.

Happy Valentine's Day

I love Valentine's Day because I can give presents to those whom I love and it is just a total fun surprise without the pressure of Christmas.

Mr. Stapler sent a nice box of chocolates from a place in Philadelphia to work. The security guy (the nice morning guy, not the vaguely scary afternoon guy) called and said "There is a box out here for you."

Thinking it was our laser paper delivery, I said "Is it big heavy boxes?"

He said in his pretty accent, "Oh no, Miss Sue. I think it is a box with some gooooooodies in it."

Beggar's banquet

Some loser at work stole my lunch today. I don't say "loser" because they are a thief, though I figure that's an obvious equation, "thief = loser."

What I really mean is that they are big losers because they stole MY mediocre haphazard lunch.

Here's their take:
A handful of Trader Joe's fake Triscuits
A tiny chunk of blue cheese, about 1/2 inch square, well aged in my fridge
About 8 whole almonds
A blob of stuck-together raisins
A tangerine

It was MONDAY after all, and 6:30 a.m., when I hit the road, comes mighty early. So this poor loser picks my lunch out of the thousands of dollars worth of food stuffed into our three fridges at work? I don't get it.

I searched each fridge 3 times, but I still have the sneaking suspicion that maybe I just screwed up and, in my Monday a.m. blur, did something super creative with my lunch, like leaving it on the roof of my car or sticking it in the freezer instead of the fridge. I do remember putting it in the fridge. I think.