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Oh, bother. We were up late: Christine has a evening project call/chat Sunday evening and we entertained ourselves afterwards. I feel i need to journal about something, catalyze and transmute some resentment into awareness, but it's not happening. I feel a bit of "poor me" coming on, like a cold. I don't exactly think it's reasonable, but i need to let that part of me give voice -- but other parts of me just Don't Want To Deal With It.

So i slept a little late this morning, and upon powering up, my folks skyped me.

Oh, it's time for work.

I did do some useful shifting through old emails this morning and passed on to mom some genetic genealogy resources.

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Christine told me she didn't like "meh" and "feh" and now "meh" seems the only way to start my posts. So i refrain.

I had skype call first thing from my mom, then dawdled in the morning, getting to work just in time for the first call -- to find the network was all wonky. Cell calls to the home office and after a bit things seemed to have settled down -- so i took this as the time to switch from outlook via citrix to Entourage. The citrix/outlook solution had been appealing in that it was the same on my machine as on works, and i had YEARS of email categorized (not filed into folders). Unfortunately, the categories are in the mail client, not the server, so they are not available to the new client.

On the other hand, ever since the Snowcalypse, the citrix client seems to think it can fail and restart every few minutes. I hadn't realized how crazy it drove me until late this evening when i i was using a stable mail client.

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This morning i was very well aware that i have a very good job. This evening i am aware how good i am at procrastinating.

I remain in an odd place. Birthday jitters of a sort. I don't feel ready to celebrate, and Christine is.