The giant juniper across the street from my house got smashed in the storm last night. The picnic table was unscathed.
It's been a very disorienting morning. I went to bed very late, around four, because I couldn't stop making those stupid pins. Then Eric woke me around seven to reset my alarm because the power had been out for an hour. Nggg. I finally got up at 9:24, six minutes before I'm officially supposed to be at work. I slid in at 9:50 to a mock-joyful "Who wants to go to sexual harassment train-ing?"
By 10:00 I was slumped in a seat in an auditorium, listening to a breakdown of the different categories of sexual harassment for the fourth time. We have to go every two years, it's like, the law, so our agency gets this guy who tries to be funny and loose and make it painless, bless his heart. Unfortunately, his not very irreverent and generally unfunny jokes about butt-pinching just make the whole thing take that much longer. I thought about going back to sleep, but I was afraid that if I did I would fart or fall out of the chair. So I was stuck. The only good part was the over-the-top videos depicting fictional scenes of harassment. ("Yeah, baby, you'n'me, I got a digital camera, we could be hot stuff...MMM HMMM.")
So yeah, I'm really tired, and it's 12:30 and I'm just now drinking my coffee. Hard times, folks, hard times.