However, miracles do happen

Before I get too grumpy, let me list the miraculous happenings in the Z haus:

1) Those two expired-tag tickets we got at the beginning of the month have not yet shown up on the Chicago Dep't of Revenue site to be paid. Nor as any kind of red-light violation (I was pretty sure I got zapped last month but it never showed up in the mail).

2) The balloon that Bug took home from Baby I's party is still cheerfully inflated and bobbing around the ceiling, four days later. Balloons are MAGIC, for everything from making the kid eat to changing his diaper. Yay!

3) My 8:30 meeting tomorrow morning got moved to 9 am.

the longest week in the world

Making chicken soup makes me feel so wholesome. Look, free meals out of table scraps! Look, I got every little bitty bit of chicken off of this carcass! Look, proven remedy for cold! Look, the cat loves me!

And the magic green balloon is still alive.

I think I have finally wrapped up Rotten Work Situation #1 (REDACTED) and tomorrow we can hopefully wrap up Rotten Work Situation #2 (awesome-boss' departure). Since y'all were so good about giving advice... do I go to the goodbye party, which is a post-work happy hour event? Do I skip it? Do I attend for 30 minutes and sip club soda? Support your answer.

Back to simmering now.