Huh...

So, this morning I wake up, I feel much better. Energy is back and face hurts just a tad, it’s Friday, things are good and happy.

John and I are teasing each other, I say something smarty pants to him while I’m putting on my shirt and BANG! I hit myself in the face.

Then I spit out one of my stitches in the sink.

Fairly gross morning.

The afternoon has improved however. My boss came running in this morning, demanding we get her a radio. She’s usually very mild mannered, but this morning, she was quite harried. So we found her a radio and she sets it up outside of our offices, and immediately turns to WFMT to listen to Mozart, cause its his birthday!

So, I’ve been working away, listening to Mozart. Not a bad Friday afternoon.

Not bad at all.