i am feeling kind of pukey, headachey, and crappy. r was not feeling good today either so i think we ate something yesterday, although she's feeling better and i'm not.
also not thrilling me is the prospect of three (3) more weeks of working on the west coast - in LA now instead of oregon, which is where i am now by the way.
i can say officially that flying for 7 hours, then getting off the plane and working for another 8, and then making yourself stay up until it's a reasonable bedtime for the west coast, and then getting used to west coast time by thursday when it's time to get on a plane again and fly for another 7 hours, only when you get there it's friday and you have to go to work *again*.... sucks. also, i can't figure out when i'm supposed to eat, and i end up either starving for portions of the day or eating 4 times.
but i don't want to be entirely gloomy so i'll leave you with these tidbits:
this is a nice church with the right idea.
and also, i read a blog entry today that mentioned loving the smell of freshly printed paper. it made me think about smells and how, since my family is a printing family, the smell of ink and paper is a very homey smell to me. it's the smell of daddy coming home from work and giving him a hug and you're just tall enough that you end up with a face full of sweater vest, and it smells like ink. this has nothing to do with anything. but it's a nice thought for me to go to sleep with, so goodnight.