Everything's better with Jamesons. No idea when I last checked in, although I'm pretty sure it's been several days, so I'll stick to the high level overview. DS: Doing well and making me proud. He and I have a few pretty deep and philosophical conversations which remind me yet again that, in many ways, he is a man, not a boy. This warms my heart and scares me in equal parts. Also search high and low for a Wii U. If you don't know what that is, count yourself lucky and don't ask. lol. Me: Have long conversations with God about various stuff, especially gratitude for all that we have. However grumpy I get about things I don't have sometimes, this whole Sandy thing has me reflecting on what I do have, for a change. Also give God a stern talking to about the fact that He missed the memo. He is supposed to do stuff in my way and on my time-table. Oddly, my impertinence is met with silence. Maybe I should rethink the whole thing. Also, on a totally unrelated note, purchase a large quantity of cheap dresses from Old Navy. Must do my bit for the ailing economy and whatnot. Work: Have performance discussion with idiot boss at just the wrong time and give him an earful of the truth, for a change. Seriously must get new job. The BS outweighs the stuff I like almost every day, now. Not good. Family: Dear old (89 year old) Dad has been feeling poorly, lately. Bad pain in hip. Bad enough for him to go to bed and rest, which is pretty darn bad. I know that I'm overreacting, but I am terrified that the cancer is back and in his bones this time. (His elder brother died of bone cancer when DS was a pre-schooler.) I can't shake the feeling, even though I know that old people have hip problems that have nothing to do with cancer, every single day. Also, as I mentioned in another thread, sister and niece will be living in SC across the street from Mom and Dad, most likely before Christmas. I feel internal conflict, but it is what it is. Beau: Aaargh. 'Nuff said. DF: Try to budget for massive cookie purchases. This may not be possible. (Yes. Crying poor to prevent folks from bidding the whoopie pies out of my price range. I plan to bid nothing until December 15. Sneaky, no? *wiggly eyebrows* J/K!) Tomorrow (aka later today) Participate in annual work-related charity event that I think is really more a photo op for the arrangers than anything. Lordy! I am so cynical. That is all.