Watching: All the correspondents fluttering around with the slip opinion, trying to interpret it on live television. Very entertaining. Not happy about the outcome, of course.
Anticipating: Going to work tomorrow, God willing.
Also anticipating: SportsNight will indeedy be airing on Comedy Central on Thursday and Friday nights. Woo-hoo.
Appreciating: My great, great friends here. Gillian didn't think twice about taking me home when I called her on Thursday. Tara, who works near me, called every day right before she started home to see if I needed anything, and did me one other huge favor that I'm too humiliated to relate. Mary took me to the doctor today, and to the drug store, and to get dinner because I'm almost completely out of food. They have totally come through for me in my time of need.
Mourning: The death of Jeremy's Microbatch. No more Tiramisu ice cream, ever. Sigh.
-- Charles Macklin
(still too tired to find a new one. next time, i promise.)
Link of the Day:
A nice play-by-play of the times during the Tudor monarchy, which
was very helpful in keeping things straight while I was reading
Henry VIII.
Still didn't go to work today. I stood in the shower at 6:30 this morning, praying and praying that the stiffness would go away enough for me to go to work.
God must have been busy watching election coverage, because it didn't work. I called Mary, who will be taking me to work as soon as I'm able to go because my car is still (I hope) in the parking lot downtown where I left it Thursday morning, probably covered in two inches of ice, and told her that I wasn't going anywhere, yet again. Then I called my secretary and the other analyst on my team and told them.
Then I lay back down in bed and wondered if I was ever going to get better.
When Mary called me mid-morning and said she was coming home at lunch to take care of her sick cat, I mentioned that maybe it was time for me to go to a doctor. After she dropped her cat off at the vet, she picked me up and we headed out to the urgent care center.
About two hours later, I had in my hand prescriptions for Vicodin, Flexaril, a muscle relaxant, and Naproxen, prescription-strength Aleve. I've taken the Vicodin and Flexaril and I'm feeling much better, thank you very much.
I don't need to be 100% to go back to work, but I didn't even feel 50% for most of the day. The biggest test is sitting. That is usually the last thing to come back to me, and as soon as I can sit for even fifteen minutes at a time, that will be enough to make me feel like I can work.
I've hated having to stay home so long. One of the other analysts on the New York team just went on maternity leave, so now it's just Matt and I, and I've totally left him in the lurch, plus I missed out on the opportunity to work directly with one of the associates on some deposition preparation. I'll have other opportunities and probably very quickly, but still. It doesn't look good for someone who's only been there a month to suddenly disappear for almost a week.
Besides which, I don't have any other time off, so I'm either going to be docked four days of pay or have to work 32 extra hours this month. Bah.
Hey, I'm starting a 'burb! It's for all the lawyers, ex-lawyers, future lawyers, and non-practicing lawyers (that would be me) who are also insane enough to journal about it. If you're interested and I haven't written you already, let me know if you want to participate. All you have to do is suggest a name.
So, here we are. We finally have a president.
Damn.
I'm going to bed.