Whine and cheese

My head...is hurting and full of congestion and infection and such.  (Sinusitis, possible strep throat, beginnings of bronchitis)  My antibiotics will be taken until the morning I leave for my meeting.

The Elder Son...he is out of control.  The person who runs the after-school care has banned him, and the principal called yesterday at lunchtime for me to come take him home because he was too distruptive.  I have read The Explosive Child from cover to cover this week, and he has an appointment with his psychologist as soon as she is back in town next week.

Today is my deadline for getting the materials sent out for my meeting, and I just received the final pieces of information this morning.  The Head Lawyer (who happens to be my boss) needs to look at it all one last time, but she is in meetings non-stop.

My cubicle in the new building is about as far away from the kitchen as is possible, meaning that I have to hike in order to fix myself a freaking cup of herbal tea.  And the copier is quite close, as the crow flies, but because I need to walking completely around the entire bank of cubicles, then backtrack down the hallway to actually access it because there is no walkway,  it is also a hike.  And I need to print covers for the briefing books, but I only have access to network printers, and don't want anyone to print their email on my cover stock.

Wah.