I have been duly chastised.

I tell myself it doesn't matter if I post as none of you all are reading me because you have your intersting, active lives to captivate your attention. Alas, I must be wrong. J., the hint was taken.

I have been soul weary lately and, when I am tired in any way, I find myself boring and I don't write. I shall endeavor to do better.

I didn't go to work yesterday because I was feeling poorly in body and mind. A killer head and heart ache kept me at home. I made the most of it. Once the Tylonal (I never know how to spell that) kicked in. I sat in the sun to drink my tea. I cleaned the kitchen, tidied the living room, made cranberry-oatmeal cookies. I went dancing last night.

Well. We were supposed to go dancing, but the music was just too bad. Mostly industrial/dance stuff when we were promised, and eager for, Prince-The Smiths-The Cure. Alas, when a New Order song did come on, it was so warped with DJ self-importance that I kept losing my rhythm. A Katherine off her rhythm is not such a pretty sight. I like industrial/dance, but not when I expected Prince-The Smiths-The Cure.

So. We left after only an hour. The evening was not a waste because the pre-club time was much fun. I haven't laughed so well in too long.

On the job front, believe that I will be asked to fill a temporary position in the Dallas office. I believe this assignment will be given before mid-March. I know nothing.