I'm way ahead of myself at work. I do this all the time. I suffer from the opposite of procrastination. I'm always getting to places too early. I misjudge how long it's going to take me to do stuff and pad the fuck out of it so that I'm always done way way (and sometimes too way) ahead of time. This website I'm building at work was to have 'gone live' tomorrow afternoon. I finished up my piece yesterday. Today, they moved the 'go live' to Monday. There are some clean up bits I still need to do but I can't do them until some other bits - worked on by other people - get done. So I wait. I think I'm out of sync here.

It has finally gotten really blissfully and fairly consistently cool here. I can wear socks comfortably. It's heaven. Heaven to dress for, heaven for sleeping. I heard on the bus this morning that this weekend is when we reset our clocks. And we start the short short days which I don't mind a bit. To me they mean that cool weather is insured. I'm such a winter girl!

I just got word that Mom will get her new Visa card tomorrow. Whew. She did seem very perky and on top of it this morning. She just seems to get more adjusted every day. The Care Coordinator (doncha love that title) from 'the home' called me today. She said that every 6 months they have a meeting about each resident in assisted living to review everything and Mom's meeting was to be this afternoon. She said that they felt like Mom was adjusting well and wanted to make sure her family felt the same way. I assured her that we did. And told her how impressed I was that she called to ask. It was a pleasant conversation. Very different than most I have had with the staff there recently.

When I called this morning Mom was 'fixing her answering machine'. Uh oh, I thought to myself ... This could be trouble. So I asked nicely what was broken about it. And she answered clearly and crisply: "Well, it doesn't come on until the phone rings 8 times and that's just silly, so I'm turning it down to 4."
This was one of the things on my brother's list for this weekend. I told her she was cutting into his territory. She said she'd replace it with other tasks, that I didn't need to worry. But, really, I am delighted. I'm delighted that she's noticing things like this and taking the initiative to do something about it herself. It's a little thing but a good one.

I realized today that I have am nearing my first year of Spamarrest. This is the outfit that keeps scum out of my email. They filter according to my whitelist and request validation from those not on it. It's the most wonderful $35 I have ever spent. In the past year, I have received 47,939 pieces of email. Of that 82.95% was spam. 8,158 pieces of mail passed the sniff test and were forwarded on to me.
Over this past year they have sweetened their offerings and provided more and more efficient services. I can easily hop on to their website and see all the spam. So if I need 39 different ways to get hard for my woman, I have easy access to those resources.
But, only if I want them. I think I'm going to re-up for their 2 year deal or maybe even 5 years.