I Really Hate Thanksgiving

This day has been Hell from the moment I woke up. And I think I have talked before about how much I hate this holiday and the food (except rolls and stuffing), and all the freaking gratitude. I'm grateful every other time of the year so on this holiday I'm taking a huge break to sleep in and sit on the couch and watch TV and cook my kids favorite meatballs for dinner then go to work on Friday because the hospital is the only place on the planet where people have to go back to work on Friday. This is probably not true, but I'm feeling really whiny right now as I'm surrounded by too much work - people gotta meet their deductibles!! - and my office is too hot and I've had two workman here to fix it but it's not helping and I can be too cold all day long but blazing hot is not an option I had to go home and change for God's sake to get my work done without getting nauseated that's a first. And propping my door open to let the heat out has somehow invited everyone in the lab to pop in and say hello and ask what I am doing for Thanksgiving and it is so hard to small talk anyway but when you are in a fowl mood (pun intended) it really sucks.

Ok I feel a little better. Now I can concentrate on my bug stains I've got a tray full of them. But first I've got to go prop the door open again it's getting hot. Again.

Tree

Majesty needs no
recognition only qui
et acknowledgement

Shapeshifting

I walk a tight rope
Eight legs searching for stronghold
Eight eyes seeking prey.

The Harvey Effect

I wrote it yesterday afternoon. You can read it over at MiM