Another glorious day at work. Okay, okay, you got me. It's not really glorious, but it's still a nice place to spend my day.
After I left work last night I went out for coffee (and a slice of apple pie) with Phyl. She told me how the rest of her WindyCon weekend went, and I told her about mine.
She told me that Jan had called her and said that George went into the hospital for a series of small strokes. When he called Joseph on Friday evening to ask him to check up on Jan on Saturday, I recall the message saying he had to go in for his blood pressure. So who knows.
At work today one of my bosses is just being silly. He turns in his expenses, I expense them, and he gets a check. Oh doesn't that sound logical. But he wants me to go back over Excel Spreadsheets that HE created to double check the figures. Uh-Huh, right.
Joseph came over last night and hugged and snuggled with me. I really felt an overpowering surge of love for him. It almost brought me to tears, I felt it was so sweet. Then we got up this morning and I made him breakfast (nothing to shout about, some Toasty-O's, pear slices, & toast w/jelly.) Served with orange juice, of course *grin* He seemed happy about it - I really like spending that time with him in the morning. It seems so special, like if we could just stay in that moment, if we could just keep eating breakfast, nothing would ever go wrong.
Wishful thinking is so fun....but rarely productive...
I talked to my great-grandmother today, and she informed me there are no solid plans for Thanksgiving! Eek! I originally thought that we were going to have family Thanksgiving the day before, and told Joseph about it this morning. He agreed to go, and now my gramma is changing plans. I don't know what to do. Considering I can't even get out to my grandmother's house on Wednesday any earlier than 7pm, I don't know what I can do.
I really hope that Thanksgiving doesn't get messed up for some reason. That would be bad!