I need to stop shaking my fist at the world. I’m fine.

This weekend, we got to visit and my grandparents on the same day. Grandma and Grandpa C are doing well. Grandpa’s still recovering from the pacemaker, and he says it won’t let him over-work himself. Which is good. Not that Cramptons are stubborn or anything. Seeing is always good, and getting some xmas shopping done at her store was cool too. :) And with the shipping she’s offering, I may just be able to order some goodness and get it before the big day.

is in Lansing wishing happy birthdays to her Grandpa B and her sister. I’m stuck at work, so I don’t get to take part in the festivities, but let me tell you, that cake smelled damn good. Lucky ! And I know what she’s gettin’, nyah nyah! Heh.

My final day at work has been decided, and I get to put my two weeks’ in a week from today. That’s a weight off of my shoulders, really. Especially since, thanks to Scott, I’ve finally figured out the Sally Mae application ridiculousness. I really should begin to pack up books and start chanting, “House! House! House!” And I’m not talking about . ;) Move-out date is confirmed with my apartment complex, and I never ended up going to a jazz bar with . Maybe that should happen before I leave, if he’s still up for it.

I have a leftover bacon and cheese omelet from Tony’s of Birch Run waiting for me in the fridge at work. I may actually be able to finish what’s left. Then again, it’s from Tony’s, so I may not. That’s a lot of bacon, egg, and cheddar cheese. Maybe even too much for me.

I wonder if I’ll be able to concentrate on thank-you notes between calls today.