Four days and twelve loads of pukey/poopy laundry later, and the Kid is feeling better. I had an avocado for dinner.
I am fully aware that an avocado is about 325 calories and 31 grams of fat. It also didn't require cooking, doesn't contain flour, and I could squeeze some lemon and salt on it and eat it with a spoon. Which was pretty much all the energy I was willing to throw towards dinner this evening.
It was cool out this evening. Weather.com says it's 73F/23C, but it feels cooler. There's a breeze. The Kid and I went for a walk, and we had light jackets on.
(That's right, we had jackets on, ok?)
I pulled her around the neighborhood in her little red wagon, while she sang "Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf" to me. Then she decided to pull her wagon. When she got stuck on a rock, I reached for the wagon, but she held up a hand and she said "I got it". Silly kid. Then, when I bent over to tie her shoe, she gently rubbed my back with one hand. I love her.
I think the weather was as close to perfect as you can get.
The boss is having one-to-one meetings with everyone in the division to ensure we, the Borg, share his formula for success. He came over to my desk today and asked if I was "ready for my ass-kicking". Then he kicked the back of my chair. Without looking up, I asked, "So, are we done?"
I eventually found out that I don't need to have this meeting, because he says I've been a "good girl, apart from this part-time schedule" I've been working lately.
Meaning, he's appreciated me coming in on the weekends, and taking work home, and following up on email at 10 o'clock at night, but just in a very crappy way, and wanted to address, in a jovial manner, the fact that I missed two days this week because the Kid was sick.
I'm sitting here with the windows open, watching the cats wrestle. The kitchen is clean, there are clean clothes for tomorrow, and I'm going to go put my semi-clean feet up.
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