Rather Eat Haggis
Dell evidently shipped my firewall computer Monday and Amazon has now shipped all but one of the items I ordered at the beginning of this month. This is good, not complaining. I also emailed my HR department to put me back on the payroll. They responded they need a note from my doctor allowing me to return with a list of any activities I need to avoid. A note to go back to work? OK. I left a message with my doctor this morning. I could use another week. I could use two more weeks, couldn't we all? Better to return. I can go back on disability if I have to, although the paperwork would be ugly, and I suspect my management would remember. Let him back, but let him go (out into the snow), he's trouble. Trouble. Yes, I'm trouble. Troubled.
Same old routine. Get up, take a walk, lie down, stare at the ceiling, think about laundry. I should do my laundry. Listen to the radio. Public radio likes to repeat its afternoon programs in the evenings. Sometimes this is OK, which is saying something, but mostly I'd rather eat Haggis. Tonight is a night I'd rather eat Haggis.
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