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October started off with mixed results. I had dreadful insomnia last night; didn't get to sleep until after 2 am. This made my 5 am alarm rather traumatic, and I didn't crawl out of bed until 5:30. At least I didn't sleep through the alarm--something that I managed to do last week, to my horror.
Yesterday was the end of a fiscal quarter at work, so I had to do inventory this morning. I had two of my part-timers scheduled in the morning so that production would go on while I was running around. Midway through the morning while counting the stuff in the reach-in fridge I realized that the oven my staff was trying to bake stuff in was, in fact, not working. I don't blame them for not noticing: they are both rather new; but I had to temporarily drop what I was doing and deal with the non-working oven problem. As the matter now stands I still don't know what the cause of the problem is or how long it will take to get it fixed. Our production capacity is limited by our oven space, so I'm really not thrilled at operating at 50% of our normal level!
But I got email from a friend, plus real mail, today, so it had good points.
It was also my mother's birthday. I have her gift but didn't get it in the mail last week, but I called her Sunday to wish her and early Happy Birthday and tell her she should expect something later in the week. I think she wants me to come down for a visit some time, but not having a car makes something like that so difficult--shelling out a large amount of money just to drive to Omaha for a few hours is somewhat painful in my budget regions. (And yet I have money for fountain pens. But pens are durable goods, and do not require me to sit in a room for several hours with the TV on while I try to think of conversation topics. I am a bad daughter, I guess.)
October 1 is also the feast of St Therese of the Child Jesus, Doctor of the Church and one of my patron saints. I always want to attend mass on her feast and almost never get it done. This, sadly, was one of the typical didn't-do-it years. I have her autobiography sitting on the table next to my bed: I should really use this as a reason to pick it up again. She was really an amazing person.
And now the midnight hour is here, and I'm still not sleepy. I will sign off, and try to coax my wayward brain into behaving, just a little.
Yesterday was the end of a fiscal quarter at work, so I had to do inventory this morning. I had two of my part-timers scheduled in the morning so that production would go on while I was running around. Midway through the morning while counting the stuff in the reach-in fridge I realized that the oven my staff was trying to bake stuff in was, in fact, not working. I don't blame them for not noticing: they are both rather new; but I had to temporarily drop what I was doing and deal with the non-working oven problem. As the matter now stands I still don't know what the cause of the problem is or how long it will take to get it fixed. Our production capacity is limited by our oven space, so I'm really not thrilled at operating at 50% of our normal level!
But I got email from a friend, plus real mail, today, so it had good points.
It was also my mother's birthday. I have her gift but didn't get it in the mail last week, but I called her Sunday to wish her and early Happy Birthday and tell her she should expect something later in the week. I think she wants me to come down for a visit some time, but not having a car makes something like that so difficult--shelling out a large amount of money just to drive to Omaha for a few hours is somewhat painful in my budget regions. (And yet I have money for fountain pens. But pens are durable goods, and do not require me to sit in a room for several hours with the TV on while I try to think of conversation topics. I am a bad daughter, I guess.)
October 1 is also the feast of St Therese of the Child Jesus, Doctor of the Church and one of my patron saints. I always want to attend mass on her feast and almost never get it done. This, sadly, was one of the typical didn't-do-it years. I have her autobiography sitting on the table next to my bed: I should really use this as a reason to pick it up again. She was really an amazing person.
And now the midnight hour is here, and I'm still not sleepy. I will sign off, and try to coax my wayward brain into behaving, just a little.