"On Wheels Again"....February 8, 2000

"On Wheels Again"....February 8, 2000

Midnight...

...All is quiet. I sit in my dim, candle lit office, listening to the techno-Gothic tones of Enigma, and ponder. The Goddess retired early this evening with the beginnings of a migraine headache. The malady was triggered while I was out working earlier in the evening; she was cooking rice, burned it, and filled the house with toxic, triggering smoke. Another episode in a building repertoire of The Goddess' "Martha Stewart Moments", which rarely are a Good Thing. Typically, not-so-baby-anymore Moo decided she wanted to sleep with Mummy, so even the all too occassional snap and growl of play fighting pups is absent. Reekie, without his canine cohort, has contented himself to sleep at my feet in the darkened, secure recesses underneath the desk, and once in a while he emits a marked sigh or yip, indicating to me that he is romping instead in puppy dreamland.

He lives to play.

I was thankful to work this evening, and not because I was spared possible asfyxiation at the hands of my domestic dominatrix. No, I was able to get my car back late this afternoon, and was thankful both for the opportunity to get back to work, and to have not lost too much time stranded sans vehicle. I know being carless was beginning to drive me mad when I started to actually watch Jerry Springer with intent interest, all three times it is broadcast between the hours of ten and one. Today's inspiring episodes were I'm Sleeping With Your Brother and, in a bizarre scheduling twist, I Wanna Marry My Sister.

The social commentaries are endless.

At least I can brush up on my intervention skills while wasting my time watching.

At least I can convince myself of that.

The Goddess is actually getting quite cranky if I suggest more stimulating programming over Jerry Springer. I think she needs to get back to work soon.

Perhaps very soon.

Looking around my cluttered office, I see a dire need to get organized. Tax season is almost apon us, and given that this room has become more a storage area than a work area, considerable elbow grease is needed. So many pertinent business papers are scattered in so many places, that I will have a very arduous time finding the appropriate materials in order to keep the Government happy. Perhaps the missing Human Resources money scandal will keep them occupied for the coming months, at least long enough for me to get my shit together. I look forward to turning this room into a place that demands work be done poste haste, as opposed to one that makes me close the door on it as soon as it is opened. It just is not enjoyable to be in here right now, and I have myself to blame for the unfortunate state it is in. March Break comes in a couple of weeks, which will leave my days normally spent with behaviourally challenged students completely free. I am committed to getting the work done then, and am counting on my compadres reading this to keep me to my word.

Besides, I have not been able to work on the book that I have been writing due to the decrepit state of affairs in here. This is enough personal motivation to get the job done, too.

So, dear friends, when the Break rolls around in a couple weeks, please feel free to bring the cattle prods over.

....Blessed Be...