which is all to say (and there are tons of other bits of minutiae there):
there is not enough time! I need more time! And someone to put a cool cloth on my forehead and say "there, there".
After Karen got back from her chiropractor's office and we processed the stuff between her and Penny, we said "there, there" to each other. And she didn't give me a cool cloth, but she *did* bring back burritos from Taqueria Guaymas. So, you know, that's pretty frickin' cool.
And now, yeah, I'm taking my sniffles back to bed. Tomorrow is my last day at this job. I want to be up early to kick work butt tomorrow.
V.
**Except that, as it turned out, it was a Monday night. So: no wonder it felt like a Monday night.