I’m still here, but I’m fighting off uterine cramps and wringing my hands just a little bit about work, where my boss is under pressure to trim my hours back—even as they pile the work on in her department. So I’ll have to get more efficient, and management will have to get more realistic; typical workplace stuff, except that I have an awesome boss who understands the laws of physics and doesn’t waste my time.
But you know how co-dependent I get about these things. So I’m going back to bed to cramp and fret, and you can cruise for news by yourself for one more day.
Here’s some Phantom of the Paradise for you, though:
Now don’t you feel better? I know I do.
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Well. Considering that your husband is armed I’ll leave your reproductive system be and just say a little word to Him about your general health. And about work. Although you don’t need me to tell you that His will and ways are awfully mysterious.