Tuesdayitis

Phew, what a day... went to work bright eyed and bushy tailed, willing and eager to hide from the 41.5C temperature, and intending just to get some of the procedure manuals done after getting some journal stuff out of the way.

Stupid me.

A couple of weeks ago, we got a whole bunch of clean-out boxes of "stuff we may be interested in" from another section. We've done the books, now today was sorting through all the videos. Many of them, mostly master-copies, of types the like we could never play (although we could get them switched to dvd). But sorting through them takes *time*. A lot thereof, while getting lots and lots of information requests. All while I want to finish up this other thing, and hopefully clear up some space on my desk. Not happening. Especially with people trying to give me more stuff. Not impressed, me. Especially since requests made me miss two CAT busses in the heat...

As a result, the chocolate is in the fridge, re-setting.

Still got two of the comics I got yesterday (last week's shipment, delayed) still to read... just wish I had some time this weekend... for those who don't know, it's my dad's 60th, so going up to hometown for the dinner, and since I'm travelling with aunts (I can't drive) I'm up there for the night. Methinks a trade paperback or two will be going with me :) Just hope they get some more Exiles in on Friday...
Good thing I'll only have one week left of work... I'm going to need some me-only unwinding days after that.

( And now for something completely different )

One year...

And the other thing about today...

I don't believe it's already here, but it is. December 14. It's now been a year since the last time I talked to Ann. She died in January, but it's today's date that's burned into my memory.

I wish that I'd spent more time on the phone with her, not thought there's next weekend or anything like that. Last year, the next weekend my throat felt funny and I thought "Christmas!" By Christmas I'd lost my voice entirely, and didn't get it back until the new year. And I only ever got to speak to the messagebank answering service from then until I got the note from her parents.

When telling another board, I wrote:
"Back when the RDASU used to hold voicechats, I daresay that Alma'c was the one person out of all of us who kept us all talking and the conversation going the most. This was what Alma'c did, never hesitating to help someone out when she saw them in need, in life or online, at the SGC, SGA, or in the games she discovered a couple of years ago. Always positive and generous to all."

That was Ann, to whom every morning was a gift, taking pleasure from the little things (and the bigger squarky things like the galahs); and never understanding the hypercompetitive, or those who feel the need to bring others down to bring themselves up.

Missing you terribly, dearest Ann...