I couldn't pick just one. Do yourself a favor and go read them all. I laughed so hard I was crying.

So ok, there you have it.
I emailed my resignation letter this morning.

The relief I feel at knowing I only have one more Saturday to work is immense.

The panic I feel that all of my freelance work will now dry up is also immense.

In better, more comforting news:

Everyone’s ears are back to normal-ish. Primo went off to Picture Day with two normal ears and wearing the usual white shirt of his school uniform, because that’s what he wanted to wear and I didn’t have the energy or really even the desire to argue.

I saw my OB yesterday. At 21 weeks, I am still nauseated and have gained no weight, but I have stopped losing weight, and the baby appears healthy. I even look sorta fetching, in a pregnant-person sort of way.

I bought the last Maisie Dobbs I haven’t read, Messenger of Truth. And The Air We Breathe is wonderful.

I am supposed to be running the Scholastic Book Fair at Primo’s school the week of Thanksgiving. I have no clue what I am doing, so I am frantically lining up parent volunteers and setting up meetings.

We have a wedding to attend tomorrow afternoon. As I told H, who works with the couple, I nominate the groom as “Least Likely Person I Have Ever Met to Be Married Once, Let Alone Twice.” And yet here he is, on his second wife. The ways of love are exceedingly strange.

I am off to collect Seg from preschool, along with his little friend C, and haul them and The Baby to the zoo. Because Seg asked, and he never really asks for anything. I HATE the zoo. But I suppose I can stand it for a couple hours. Of course, it’s October 5 and freakishly warm, which makes me very grumpy. You can control many things, but not the weather (or the panic which is threatening again).
Gulp.

I think I will go clean my bathroom.
Life can't be too bad if you have clean bathrooms.