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The Sick that Keeps On Giving

Nicki — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 11:00:40 +0000

I’m not sure what the heck is going on, but the ill that followed me last week and then seemingly disappeared has come back with a vengeance. I’m starting to wonder if it’s less the sick and more the poor eating, even worse sleeping, and horrendous caffeine intake that’s keeping me down.

Actually, that’s probably a pretty fair guess.

At any rate, I don’t like to post just to say that I’m not posting, but I promised my husband I would come home and rest, so rest I will. Next year, I will have posts ready further in advance for just such an occasion as this. Please forgive me!

Delayed Gratification

Nicki — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 14:10:46 +0000

I’ve been really good at posting every morning at least by 8 a.m. – last night though I went to bed early to deal with this sick that’s creeping up on me, so this is the post for today. Sorry! Maybe I can make it up later.

Accomplishment Nation

Nicki — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 11:00:40 +0000

It was a very small step tonight, but instead of playing Pogo games for three hours, I actually did stuff.

Go me!

I have decided to give Remember the Milk another go. My thought was that with the recurring task availability I can set up my weekly to-do’s and toss in the unexpected as it occurs to me at work. Don’t get it all done? Not the end of the world. I hope.

Do I pay for the premier version? Not yet. But I am loving the integration with Gmail. I’m not quite sure how I got that working, but it’s there in all its glory, right next to my messages. Ah, Gmail love.

What I accomplished tonight was small, but after what seems like a very long time not actually doing anything, it still feels pretty good. I just made one small list and whipped up the first part of a Christmas gift that will involve at least three more steps before completion. There are still a million things to be done, and a lot of them have to happen before the new year starts. But small steps, Ellie, small steps. Right?

*sigh* I hate to say it, but I feel icky. Miss Nick has got to sign off.