I am getting sick. Just in time for the holidays. Bah! I woke up this morning feeling quite phlegmy (sorry, TMI) and my throat is feeling super sore. I instantly gargled some Listerine to kill whatever was trying to attack me. Then slammed my vitamins with a Pumpkin Chai Tea Latte chaser. Mmmmmm. So now I have been trying to maintain conversations with co-workers and convince everyone that all the synapses are firing. I don’t know if they are. But I am nursing my lemon herbal tea (with honey!) and praying I caught things in time.

Things were kind of hectic here at work yesterday, so I forgot to tell you all about my brush with death. Well maybe it was more like a good scare, but it did involve metal flying at me. I was very innocently sitting at my desk working away when I happen to look up toward the ceiling and see a man looking back at me. Nothing new. Goes hand in hand with construction. The man says, “It’s gonna be a little loud here for a bit.” And I smile and thank him for warning me. Then all of a sudden things start falling from the ceiling. What is this?! He mentioned nothing about particles! Only sound! So I kinda scoot to one side and try to ignore the cloud of residue residing on my desk. The voice inside my head starts saying Resist all urges to clean the desk. It will only keep getting dirtier. Put down the Pledge Grab-its. With any good voice in your head, you have to listen. So I did. Then all of a sudden the particles start getting bigger. One hits me. It hurts. I recoil and push by chair back as far as it will go and nearly collide with my desk neighbor. The particles are no longer soft dusty pieces of ceiling but sharp shards of metal! I am now painfully aware that my job description did not mention anything about dodging shrapnel! I grab a few of the metal shards and go back to visit my friends in the back of the office and share my latest construction presents. (Apparently they think we have been together for 11 years, because steel is the anniversary gift for that milestone.) When I returned to my desk the Rain of Steel was over but my desk had a nice sprinkling of metal, which the voice in my head SCREAMED at me to CLEAN UP. NOW! So like I said, I listen to the voice. Now my desk is clean. But I keep looking warily up at the ceiling. Who knows what kind of treats they have in store for me today.