clicky clack
[2005-12-25 - 10:59 a.m.]

It's 11 am on Christmas morning, and you know what?

This place has never been so quiet. *Ahhhh* Work was, as you would expect on Christmas Eve in a nursing home, miserable. Hectic. Depressing. They didn't pay me enough.

Last night when I came home, I was greeted by a sink full of dishes and an overflowing bathroom trash can. The girls had gone, and my son was in a grizzley mood because he's getting jerked around at work.

It's so nice to sit with a cuppa joe and just play on my pc with the only sound a tiny hum of the computer and my fingernails hitting the keys.