Tomorrow I have an off-site class, so unless I do an update in the early a.m., there won't be any Internet access until evening. One of our tech guys warned me that this class will scramble my brains. Two classes, actually. ICC profiling and color management. Whee. My boss was supposed to come, too, but he got yanked for some administrative meeting. That means I'll be the resident expert on these hideously boring yet crucial issues. Agh.

And I have to drive. Ick. Outside the Perimeter. Bleah. And I won't even have the benefit of my usual Monday night date to keep my mind busy with sexy daydreams. Sara was out of town today.

I also talked to my smoking buddy Lori today. She's been missing from the fog of smokers at work for a couple of weeks now. She left me a voice mail at work and I called her back tonight. She's out on disability.

Lori has had Lupus for a while, but this last flare-up has kicked her liver's whatever a liver's version of an ass is. She'll have to go on chemo drugs, and there's a chance she won't make it at all.

Man. What do you say about something like that? I told her she'd do fine, that I've got friends who've pulled through chemo great (which is true). I told her to get a d-land diary to vent in inbetween support group sessions. Her butch girlfriend is scared to death. And the new additional girlfriend has just moved in with them. SBL says that's a good thing, and that it's been great to have her around. I hope it stays that way.

SBL also has two kids. A daughter who lives with them full time, and a son who lives with their dad.

That's it for tonight, folks. I'm off to count my blessings.