Alarms were meant to be set.

And ours wasn't last night. I woke up at 8:10, glanced at the clock to see what time it was (because I felt too rested for it to be very early, I thought it must be 7 or so), and it looked like a 6 or an 8. So I snagged my glasses, saw the time, and got us both in motion.

I'm kind of impressed. I came in the door at work a half hour later, hair brushed, contacts in, the whole works. Though I admit, I brought breakfast with and ate it at my desk.

N. has her dogs (little toy-poodlish things, very cute, very hyper, of a size that wouldn't've scared me much even six-seven years ago) in the office today. She's keeping them shut in her office (which is good, as otherwise I think their hyper-ness would drive us all nuts, instead of just her). They're looking at moving, so they're trying to sell their house; their realtor is bringing a bunch of other realtors over to see it and the like. Consequence: N. doesn't want the dogs there.

Wise woman.

My new cabinet of drawers has arrived. My goodness, I'll have space for all my stuff to be rationally arranged again. Now I just have to rearrange it....

How the heck did he do that?

I called to find someone and talk to them and ended up caught in a conversation about houses and pets.

With a coworker I never even knew existed, or talked to before. He just...wouldn't...stop.

Pretty skies.

It's raining out there, steady and slow, so that the air looks almost clear and the ground shines with that subtle blue-grey touch of winter rain. Bare trees intermix with evergreens, moss around them all, but the grass in strips along the road is still a brilliant green, forgetting it's supposed to die. The hills in the distance are a hazy dark grey, tinted with blue-green, evergreens behind mist, below a lowering, misty sky.

And I...am sitting in my office, and had better get back to answering these emails and designing these forms. But it's very pretty out there.

It was a day. And my hangout code is really cool.

Someone else said so, but I agree. It's not perfect, but it's good; I like the dual-layering, and I'm proud of the work I did on that. I like creating. I like designing. I like coding what I've designed, but I especially like the design part. I'm good at it. Good at seeing how to beat on the innards of the machine and make it do what I want.

Today was a day. I've got two design tasks at work, and I need to do them, and of course, I keep getting swamped in email. But I got my inbox cleared for the first time this week. (My boss complained, jokingly. I cc him on almost everything, since he's supposed to be aware, so in the process of doing that, I spammed him. Heh.)

Helped R. install Outlook (after telling him to use the local copy, not the one at the remote office he'd been initially directed to, it went a lot smoother). Answered code questions from M, M, R, and P. Took pictures of N's dogs.

Blast. I need to upload those tonight, so I'll have 'em tomorrow, N. wants to see any that come out. Cute (and tiny) dogs. Glad they weren't in my office: perpetual motion machines.

Now, to copy the pics over, and then I can get ready for bed. Yay, sleep. Sleep is good. And maybe I'll make my lunch tonight, to be sure I have it tomorrow. Bought myself fancy lunch meat as a treat, so ought to use it. Plus I actually have vegetables for once. I do not have fruit leather. I bought 6 fruit leather thingies yesterday. I ate them all today at work. Which will teach me to (a) drop them all in the snack drawer instead of leaving some at home, (b) skip breakfast on my way out the door and forget about the granola bars that would have filled me up in favor of the fruit leather, and (c) remember to buy more fruit leather than that, 'cause I love it. :P

Time now to make that sandwich. And then, a nice hot shower, hair that smells of fruit, and bed.

It's good.