The Cure for Anything

I’ve been offline this week due to my move. I just had my new Internet service installed this morning so I’m back in business. I took the week off from work (sort of) so I could take my time to unpack and get properly settled in. I say “sort of” took the week off, if you don’t count the many text messages, phone calls, and few times I actually went into the office. I made sure to not go in during regular business hours, because I knew I’d be stuck there for far too long. The day of my actual move I received multiple text messages asking me how to fix a printer error. I started out explaining it step by step. Finally I just said, “Google it”! Here’s the problem: they all think I’m their own “work wife”. Seriously, I was even introduced at the wedding reception of one of my co-workers as their work wife. It’s more like “work mom” in my mind, even if some of them are older than me, and none are young enough to be my child. Job security is one thing, but being totally dependent on me for basic functions is another. I think it’s time my work kids grew up a bit. Goodness knows they’re a lot less independent than my own 22 year-old son is. 😉 Then again, I raised him to be that way.

Okay, enough Internet time for now. I still have my garage and master bedroom closet to tend to. I could easily get sucked into looking at things for my new place. I’m most excited about the sun room. Perfect for sipping my morning coffee on days I can’t be on the patio and even better for hours spent reading. I already have great and comfy armchairs in there. I just need pops of art and plants, lots and lots of plants. And definitely an orchid. I may never want to leave!