It’s a delightful 72 degrees in my office and, as soon as it manages to hit 74, I hear tell the fan is going to shut off! It’s amazing the things that truly excite me, you know? I think later on, the maintenance guys are going to cut a hole in the ceiling outside my office so they can get at my vent and block some of the airflow, since it floods my office at full blast, all day. Ok, enough about my air conditioning.

I ended up falling asleep around 10 or so and Ash had been in a peaceful sleep-away-the-sickness trance since 7:45 so I was woken at 3:45 when he had gotten quite enough rest. I immediately fell back to sleep until he nudged me at about 6:05, plate of eggs and toast in one hand, lemonade in the other. He came back a minute later with salt and butter and we ate in bed. What a way to start the day. Even better, he did the dishes before he went off to work. I think he wins husband of the year just for that! Since we were both up early, we both got to work early. He can leave around 4 but my 7 o’clock arrival just makes up for the time I spent at home yesterday mid-day, when I wasn’t feeling well.

The roof is all finished and now all we have to do is pay for it; ugh. Slowly but surely. At least this will be out of the way. I cannot imagine what it would be like to have a newborn in the house when the roofers were attaching shingles up there; bambambam BAM! That was the pattern. The whole ordeal was noisy, since the pneumatic nail gun runs constantly and it sounds like a boat engine. I tried to take a brief during that time but to no avail.

I need to get back into the groove of having people around at work. All last week it was like a ghost town around here but since school starts tomorrow, people are trickling back in. This means that when my pre-pregnant jeans – which fit just a little too snugly around my thighs – are stopping me from itching my leg, I should really make sure incoming PhD students aren’t looming around to see me frantically scratching through denim.  I guess this also means I should stop singling Careless Whisper out loud. Sigh and oh well. It’s my office, dammit.

Ok, back to adding things to my Target baby registry.