September 8, 2003
Monday
I got in the car this morning to head over the Bay Bridge to pretend I have a real job, when I was hit by a backup of traffic that I haven't seen since the dot-com days (oh, so long ago, yes). Perhaps I was just leaving a little late, it was 9:00 am after all. And considering that I was not really in the mood to pretend and sit in traffic on the way to the land of Make Believe, I got off at the West Oakland exit (the last Oakland exit before the Bay Bridge), and drove home.
It's probably just as well. I'm not too keen on one of my office mates right now, and the other one, the pregnant one will be there today. Lord knows I need none of that! Besides, my left arm is still almost immobile after the earthquake scare of 4th September. I'm typing this with one hand. Tee hee. No really, while it's not exactly immobile, it's still tender and sore. I sleep on my sides, and my unconscious doesn't know (or doesn't care) that my left arm is sore, I end up sleeping on it, and it hurts when I wake up. Oh well, those are the breaks, kiddo.
My sister had a baby last week. Did I mention that? She had a bouncing baby boy on the 4th. Eight pounds even, 21 inches long. I just got pictures from Ma. He's cute. I don't normally coo over babies, I'm so not the baby type (but I think you could have guessed that), but my new nephew is cute for sure. Sis is lucky to have such cute kids. All seven of them are cute. Seven? No, silly. That's a joke. She has three now. Two boys and a girl.
That's all for now. I have work to do, you know. Wink, wink.
