Berkeley Farm Girl

I haven't seen Miss Ruthie all morning. She likes sleeping late, but this is not like her.

I am thinking of running some errands and then padding up my knees and looking under furniture for her.

ETA: She finally emerged at about 4 pm.

Yeah, still on.

Has it been over a month since I updated? It has been a blur.

High (and low-)lights:

Ruthie-cat (f.k.a. Ocho) has decided to hang out and soak up the sun and heat in the living room (instead of hiding out under the kitchen table). I am thrilled.

The Subaru is now officially "The Money Pit". Latest thing was that some chump broke my drivers' side mirror off when I was at my class on Fat Monday.

So on Fat Tuesday, I had to go get a rental, which screwed with my plans to get PANCAKES. I got DONUTS instead from the little donut shop on San Pablo so bounced around in a sugar haze all day.

The Ash Wednesday evening service was outstanding. The choir offered Allegri's Miserere again, which is, for my money, one of the most beautiful pieces of church music ever composed. I definitely mourned for Mark, and wished that (some of) you were there so you could have let that beautiful music surround you.

The day after that, an all-hands meeting at my employers' announced an organizational restructuring: help desk to be outsourced and us high-end techie types to be doing our things out at the terminals instead of in our data centers. If this can work out, it would likely be a win for me (fewer o.t. hours and shorter commute) but everything is going nuts in the meantime.

Because everything at work is going nuts, a lot of the rest of my life feels on hold. Food is going bad in my fridge because I'm not at home to cook it, I am feeling very bad indeed about not visiting some sick friends with Healthful Foodz, and I got pulled over this morning because my tags were expired.

I signed on as co-mod in a group which turned from a low-drama group temporarily into a high one. It feels like my entire Tuesday was having a nineteen-year-old know-it-all (redundant, yeah, I know) spewing into my mailbox. It's like I was hung over and didn't have any fun doing it.

Probiotics seem to be doing wonders for a chronic and annoying health issue. Between that, having bought some pants that actually fit, and trying to knock off added sugar for Lent, I'm feeling a lot more comfortable.