A four day week!

I haven't been posting - sorry. I have been SO busy it hasn't been funny. Then I spent the weekend at my folks house. My best friend had her baby shower, and in between shots of Teton glacial potato vodka, we watched UCLA get their tails kicked by UofA.

The best news events of the weekend were that my mom has finally made arrangements to give up her stressful store manager position for a sales job at the main corporate office. What's good about it (besides the benefit to her health) is that they'll pay for her to have a laptop AND a wireless router so she can work from home. So I'll be able to blog and stuff using my laptop and not using her office computer.

Then boyfriend said that he's taking Friday off for Veteran's Day and will be in Phoenix. So I (naturally) will drive up there to spend some time with him. Saturday afternoon we're going to Wickenburg to have an early Thanksgiving with some of his family that'll be visiting from out of town. I remember when I met a lot of my (now ex) boyfriends family members, I was so stressed out that I developed cold sores (and that was the last time I had a cold sore appear). I'm trying to stay calm about it, I'll know boyfriend, and two of his cousins (one I just met at the baby shower). I'm just trying to come up with diplomatic ways to say that I'm not interested in their food if it's something I can't eat.

Got the celiac symptoms under control this week. Which is good, because I've needed the energy that I get from food.

This progress report is starting to stress me out. I got one part of it from one of the two collaborators today. But he also mentioned that there should be more data, so I have to anticipate seeing and having to add it as well. I have so much data to sort through on this end, that even with a data entry helper, I feel like not enough's getting done.

But this AM, boyfriend called me. We talked for about a half hour last night when I was driving back to Tucson. Then I had to go to work, and promised I'd call as soon as work was done with. But I ended up leaving a message, thinking he had really just fallen asleep. So he confirmed that this AM - but just the fact that I heard his voice again so soon makes me a lot less stressed. Ain't love (or something like it) grand?