Okay… hokey sappy post alert… consider yourself warned…
It’s hard to believe it has been almost exactly a year since I interviewed at Sherwin. I figure by now it’s safe to admit to how incredibly sick I was the day I interviewed. I am pretty sure it was stress. I really wanted the job incredibly badly. I was so sick it wasn’t even funny. I was running on about 4 hours sleep due to the flight schedule and a crappy breakfast due to the fact that the hotel was deliberately short staffed for the holidays… I don’t remember much about the first couple of interviews. I’m glad I reasonably impressed the people who did my interview. One of the things I’m grateful for this year is that I impressed them enough to land the job. That means I’m sitting in my office at home (still on work from home due to the gall bladder surgery… doctor better release me to go back on Monday) watching the deer munch on the corn that the squirrels drop from the feeders onto the ground. The yard is snow covered. It’s 12 degrees. It’s beautiful. Sirius is on my computer playing Christmas music.
I’m 6 weeks out from my last Orencia infusion. I get my next one tomorrow afternoon. It’s doing its job. The last few days I’ve been toughing out Squirrel Girl’s scarf because my hands are starting to be not real happy, but the drugs are doing their job because it should be hurting way more by now.
This afternoon I see my surgeon to see how I’m doing post-op. I’m feeling pretty good. I hope I’m right.
After surgeon, shopping for Thanksgiving. Two kids in the household working retail and the mall opening at 5pm on Thanksgiving day means I’m having Thanksgiving at home. I’m kind of hoping people will show up for Thanksgiving… but I’m kind of not counting on it. I’m having dinner at about 1:00 this year. Shopping list is in process. I’ve got included on the list peanut butter pie fixings and pink fluffy stuff fixings. I’m going to try my hand at Coke Salad.
This year my household has expanded to include my returning fledgling but his fiance as well. My house is fuller than I ever realized it could be.
And this morning..my bird friends are back at the feeders. Two different kinds of woodpeckers, the jays, titmouses and wrens…
It’s 9 degrees. It’s a beautiful morning…
A Figment Of Fitness 