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Counting My Blessings Before Bed

Today was a kind of crummy rainy day. Here are the things that made it better:
  1. Lynsey helped me finish a beast of a work task. She was, as one of my friends once called me, "the hand of God reaching down into the darkness..."
  2. Everything got into the mail and (almost all) out of my house.
  3. Conference Call #1 gave me the opportunity to have human contact, to think strategically, and laugh a little.
  4. I found enough food to make myself lunch, meaning I didn't have to go out in the downpour.
  5. Conference Call #2 helped me pass another hour and a half of work time.
  6. During Conference Call #2, the sun came out.
  7. Ellen always makes me laugh. Case in point.
  8. I went outside since the sun was out and I had no food to eat. I bought fresh food.
  9. I got new hair products, which my friend has triple-guaranteed (right, friend?).
  10. Impromptu stop at the library produced three books to read and four CDs to listen to.
  11. I made a delicious bagel sandwich of avocado, tomato, pesto. Ate it with cottage cheese and a glass of water. (am I healthy or what!?)
  12. Made cookies.
  13. Ate three cookies. Plus batter. Take back that healthy bit...
  14. Read a book instead of watching TV.
  15. Chatted with my roooooooommates.
  16. Tomorrow's forecast is for no rain.

Comments

Terra said…
just in case you wanted to practice your brit accent. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hcg-QyDf8cA&feature=channel

this link was a spin off of the ellen one.

T

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