these days of leiderhosen

I have cold. The flight/trip has been cancelled, so it's off for a Dr. Singha mustard bath and to fold myself into bed.

This was a very, very, very bad day. And what did I learn? - Don’t go to Therapy before work if there is a chance of drama. And certainly don’t go if they intend to lock you out of the office. - I am not ready for fully recycled Kleenex. - Don’t hand the Hippie Chick the keys to your sanity and allow her to practice parallel parking any project with a deadline. - Romney wool can be awfully pretty, but is it comfy enough to wear? Could I interest you in a little something in steel wool perhaps? - Dubiously safe crosswalks?: Heavy boots, old keys, half drunk lattes and some choice words. are all very good to have on hand. Mere screaming is not as satisfying with bumped shins. I am now off to San Diego to hang with Mix, Mike and the wee squirt Tyler. The Mission: to introduce Tyler to the concept of Uncle Heidi. Hopefully it won’t be too scary for either of us. I could use some peace.