Lots of things to do today...

Yet I'm stuck at work, with no work to do....

Seriously, I know this isn't a bad problem to have, per se, but I am 100% caught up on my work and my boss is out at a conference ALL day, so unless clients call with crises for me to handle, I have nothing to occupy my time this work day. Worse yet, I have a million and one things I need to get done before we all hop on a plane tomorrow after work and go to Philly for the wedding!

It's a rather helpless feeling, being trapped like this. I'm coping by making list upon list and plotting many errands during my lunch break.

As I have mentioned, I've resolved not to truly bitch about my craptastic office job during these trying economic times. I am grateful for a steady paycheck that does not require any real brain power and allows me to only work 4 days/week. It's all good - there's certainly more to me than my JOB and I will not be defined by my Office Space existence, after all. It's just what I do 30 hrs/week to pull in some income. It doesn't say anything at all about who I am or what is important to me.

So, this isn't a real complaint - this is just a general, "this sucks!" moment. ;) I'd just rather be doing monotonous housework and packing than be shackled to my desk today!

In other news, BS hit his head at school yesterday and has a MASSIVE egg right smack in the middle of his forehead. D'oh! He is totally our kid. Trust BS to get a giant bruise right before the family pictures that will be displayed for many years to come! He's okay, though, and unphased by the lump. It's smaller today and turning a lovely shade of purple.... The good news is, I think his bangs will cover it.

Aha!

Well, that explains it. Yesterday was a FULL MOON. No wonder I felt off all day! I have always felt a bit tied to the phases of the moon, as odd as that sounds. It's true that the full moon sometimes brings out the crazies. I remember when I was a waitress at Nectar's bar in Burlington - if ever I had a weird night filled with strange encounters and crazy bar patrons, I'd later realize that it was a full moon night.

My parents like to tell me about how when I was a little kid (age 3 or 4), I'd sit outside on the porch in my pajamas and talk to the moon. I called it, "Mouse." My dad says I'd sit there and gaze up at the moon and say, "Moooooouuuuse! Can't see. Can't hear. Mooooouuuuuse!"

So, you see, I've always been loonie. ;)