Sandra and I will often end our day with a quick discussion of what’s on the docket for the next day. Last night was typical.

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SANDRA: “After I get the kids off to school I need to ship some packages, and do layout work.”

ME: “Aren’t you driving to get Keliana?”

SANDRA: “That’s at 2:30. So… shipping, layout, lunch, and then I’m driving”

ME: “Okay. My day… I’ll start by staggering around the house mumbling about the migraine alarm. I’ll  shamble into and back out of the kitchen without taking my meds until my head clears and I DO take my meds.”

SANDRA: *rolls eyes silently in the dark*

ME: *can totally hear Sandra rolling her eyes silently in the dark.*

ME: “At some point I’ll fall toward the shower, and fall back out clean. Eventually I’ll end up wearing trousers in my office, and I guess I’ll draw stuff until I can’t draw any more stuff.”

SANDRA: “Cool. Let me know if you need help with the shambling part. We don’t want you spending too much time checking that one off the list.”

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I’m happy to report that the shambling got done quickly, so I snuck a blog post in between shambling and the shower.