My string would have calle din sick, and enjoyed the rain from the comfort of my chair, with tea and orange alpaca yarn.
I, on the other hand, choose to come to work today, and have watched the rain from one of the shop chairs, where I am re-typing an 8-page log of tree replacements, because the breakroom computer ate my disk a few months ago.
I have discovered that my string might not be the most reliable moral compass... it seems to have a mind of its own, and like to tempt me on a regular basis. It even talked me into bringing it along to work today. Now, it sits on my desk, staring at me, with a newly started medallion half needle-tatted saying things like "oh - come on. just a *couple* of stitches...you know you want to"
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Date: 2004-05-13 09:51 am (UTC)I, on the other hand, choose to come to work today, and have watched the rain from one of the shop chairs, where I am re-typing an 8-page log of tree replacements, because the breakroom computer ate my disk a few months ago.
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Date: 2004-05-14 08:34 am (UTC)I have discovered that my string might not be the most reliable moral compass... it seems to have a mind of its own, and like to tempt me on a regular basis. It even talked me into bringing it along to work today. Now, it sits on my desk, staring at me, with a newly started medallion half needle-tatted saying things like "oh - come on. just a *couple* of stitches...you know you want to"
*sigh* I am so doomed.