Planned days off are awesome; taking off for sick child, not so much. I mean, not the caring for sick Child ("Mommy, go away."), but the fact I like to have a plan. If the plan is sleep, eat, sleep, eat, read my lj, and sleep, then by God, that's a plan. But now, there is no plan. There is, however, catching up on comments, which is nice, since most of the time I don't get a chance to respond to the latest ones or really think them over until the weekend when they are probably forgotten by the poster.
So I have achieved not so much productivity as make-work. I need a project.
Okay, this is twofold: one, class gave me evening structure. I had something due! I had to work! And that it was deeply fun to do was really a bonus; two, my work on the guide at work is coming to an end and I'm freaked out, because no one else, and I say this without arrogance, simply fact, knows enough about HTML, CSS, or Adobe to continue it, or is willing to learn. Not to mention the testing work I did on the program. I'm worried. It's not my responsibility, but--it's mine. I don't mind giving it up to someone who will love it like I do, who will enjoy it, who will take responsibility for it and work at it and think about how to make it better. Gah.
...why is itunes now randomly going back and making me find my library again? For the third time since I moved to this computer?? Did I do something wrong in set-up? The last time it happened--oddly, on December 1st--I immediately saved the library in case, but seriosuly, this is *annoying*. It's happening every two *weeks* and I'm officially tired of having ot go back and re-do my library like this; I dont' remember every change I made and every new playlist I created or what was on it. Hence the fact I save playlists as my memory.
Um, point me toward something interesting? Seriously. Sick Child is now watching X-Files off tapes we inherited from someone. Also, taking a second to revel in my Child's awesome--he's watching X-Files! He's asking about the little grey men! He's following the conspiracy. I kind of want to cry with the sheer joy of it. Strangely, he didn't care for Space: Above and Beyond and I'm still wary on Battlestar Galactica after the first season. He's whimpering about how the lack of Dr. Who is oppressing him! He is an entitled fan!
I have done my work here.