This morning just didn’t start out well. I got up late, missed my regular bus and consequently arrived downtown a half-an-hour late. Trying to make up time, I ran straight on past the coffee bar where I usually get a latte before continuing on to work. I was even more upset at being late because I was supposed to attend an Access training session in the Columbia Tower. It’s one thing to be late for work where I can usually slip in without inconveniencing anyone else. It’s another thing to be late for a class. My entrance would interrupt the instructor and distract the students. Moreover, I would have to catch up with whatever it was they were doing which most likely would have held up the class even further.
In my haste to locate the site of the training session, I got on the wrong elevator and spent way too much time trying to make it up to the 38th floor. The elevators are set up in such a way that you have to ride up to the 40th floor, known as the “Sky Lobby,” change elvators, ride upwards with whomever might wish to go up and then allow the elvator to go down to the 38th floor. I didn’t beat myself up too severely for not figuring it out sooner. I did beat myself up when I realized that the office I was looking for wasn’t located on the 38th floor. It was on the 34th.
So, I had to ride back up to the Sky Lobby, change elevators, go down to the more prosaicly named Fifth Avenue Lobby, change elevators, ride up to the 34th floor and storm into the training center.
I didn’t miss much. The instructor didn’t even bother to show up.
P.S. I ended up developing a rather severe headache from not having any coffee. At lunchtime, I took time out to buy a latte. Unfortunately, they scorched the milk, rendering it undrinkable.
P.P.S. Strangely enough, I’m in a good mood 
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I had a nice little vacation from the computer. It was not something that I had planned beforehand. It had occurred to me that I had been spending quite a bit of time online and should probably take a break–but I had not actually planned on doing it. No, the break began shortly after a package arrived in the mail. It was my super dooper new motherboard. Ha ha! I have the most amazing computer now. Nothing’s going to stop me…unless the machine turns out to have a mind of its own, like Hal 2000. Wouldn’t that be scary? LOL Anyway, I’ve been reading books, cleaning up the house, cooking dinner and doing all of the things that I should do anyway.
So, things are going well…with the exception of one small problem. Rats. In our garage. Ugh. Yes, we discovered signs of ratlife in our garage not too long ago and put out a trap. The first one we caught was gigantic. It reminded me of the baby kangaroo Sylvester the cat is always getting tangled up with. The second one, which I discovered this morning, was smaller, more fragile looking. I cried when I saw it lying there on the floor. I guess I’m too tender-hearted. I can’t bear to see signs of suffering. At the same time, I just can’t live with rats running around in my house. I’ve told Robert that he really should get me a cat, but he keeps bringing up the minor point that our landlord won’t allow us to keep pets. (Which is worse, I ask myself…rats in the garage or a kitty in the house?…hmmm)
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I have been reading a really captivating novel based upon the Robin Hood legend, The Lady of the Forest by Jennifer Roberson. While I anticipated the usual blend of intrigue, chivalry, adventure, and courtly romance, I wasn’t prepared for the emotional force of this book. Roberson draws out the complex psychological conflicts experienced by people in vastly different circumstances. Her compassion for their trials and tribulations enables us to see some good in just about everyone, from the murderer, William Scarlet, to the Sheriff of Nottingham. Prince John is the only one who appears to have no redeeming quality, but that allows us the satisfaction of disliking him thoroughly. So far, my only complaint is that Marion and Robin haven’t admitted they’re attracted to one another. It’s driving me batty.
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