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Don’t have much time today, with this my last day in the office before some time off. 

Yesterday was alright, but there was some annoyance with a vendor.  The boss, however, likes when I get tough with them, so one of my e-mails to them went over quite well with her, lol.  I have another one to send today…

Food was good yesterday.  Day before that was okay until bf and I put away a good chunk of a sourdough baguette we bought from Trader Joe’s.  Yum.  Not much exercise though so far this week.  Did some weights on Monday in front of the tv.  Yeserday bf and I took doggy for a walk.  Then I got back to doing more laundry, a continuation of the previous night. 

I also finally got a package ready to send my mother.  After not having a cell phone during her travel hell this past April, we decided to add her to our cell phone plan and are sending her a phone.  I doubt she would ever take the leap herself if we didn’t do this, so it’s more for our peace of mind than hers.  Anyway, we entered a bunch of phone numbers for her, set up her voicemail, selected a ringtone, bought her a car charger, and that’s that.  I wrote her a note basically saying, just do these two things – keep it charged and keep it with you.  I know there’ll be a lot more to it for her because she’s never had a cell phone (has rarely even used a computer), but she’ll just have to read some of the user guide, which BTW is in such small font and printed on such flimsy paper that even I had problems with it, and I’m not even at the reading glasses stage of life yet!

Well, not much more to report.  I’ve dealt with the most critical work stuff before going off on my 4 vacation days, so that’s good.  I do have one meeting this afternoon, and it’s with a bigshot and I do have a small part of the presentation, but it’s going to be a very short meeting, so I’m going to try not to get anxious about it.  Tonight will be packing for our road trip to visit bf’s niece.  I’m going to phone bf and hound him to get some housecleaning done because I will go off on him if I come home and he hasn’t put a dent in it.  I mean, c’mon, don’t you want the house to be somewhat tidy for your mother?  She’s dogsitting for us and deserves at lease a scrubbed toilet. 

Okay, no more time for rambling, so I’ll get this published.