I guess I haven’t had much to say lately. Not that it matters, really, since this blog is super-secret and maybe one or two people read it. Which, by the way, is exactly the way I like.
Work has been busy, but I am so glad to have a job. Like, really, really glad. And I am double glad that I have a great job that I love.
I accidently fell in love with my neighbor, who is kind and sweet and with whom I have the most fun with.
I decided not to be on Parish Council again, because of work, but am told I only have a year’s pass.
I am so thankful it is nice weather again. The winter is long and cold.
There is something truly delicious about ice cream.
My coworker and I had a two hour conference call, which involved remotely listening to both a presentation and discussion of faceless people, half of whose voices we did not recognize. While it would have been nice to be there in person, we took advantage of, well, not being there. This meant no Business Suits ™, casual conference room posture and side conversations while on mute. And ice cream.
Oh, what a glorious conference call it was. No PowerPoint slides to present, no questions to answer, no need to mask initial reactions. And ice cream.