As I write on my blog, I am also texting with my Goddaughter who is fighting with her sister, while my sister-in-law drives in a snow storm in Minnesota. I'm trying diversion, now. I doubt it'll work. They're pretty savvy, so I may be s.o.l.!

My oldest son's class pictures came today. So handsome, even if I do say so, myself. I still have to keep tidying up the house. House cleaning tomorrow and I want to prep.

Full day at work. Got there at six and left at four. STILL didn't finish everything. I am about to give up! I have fewer patients to see tomorrow. I like my patients, I just wish I didn't have to jump and run for the ones that just show up. There are no rules for them. Lost my lunch. No, not spew, but literally lost it; couldn't find it. Had to send my boss out to go and get me something. He was going anyway :).

I still have presents to wrap and a house to decorate. I'm getting tired of looking around and seeing stuff that shouldn't be where it is. Oh well. I keep thinking that if I play the lottery enough times, I can stay home and keep house. I really would like that, or at least I think that sometimes. I'd love to write, is what I'd really love to do, but am a little daunted by that dream. Oh well.

We celebrated Prodigal Son Day. It's the day where our dog got out, became incarcerated, and I had to spring him out of the puppy pound. Horrible 21 hours in our lives. So, we celebrate by feasting on the fatted cheeseburger and giving thanks, AGAIN, that we got him back. Dorky pup.

I think the diversion worked. I have her talking about books she likes to read, authors she enjoys. Anything to give my poor sister-in-law a break. She has the patience of a saint. I would have pulled over and started making them push the car home, just to get them to stop fighting. I doubt that would work, though.

It's finally getting cooler here, but no snow. Not much in the moutains, either. I love it, though, when it's overcast and cloudy and cool. Get a mug/cup of tea, curl up with a throw, and read. Ideal.