I'm a commercial interior designer... which essentially boils down to putting scores of those lovely tan or grey cubicals in offices. I know how much I am loved by all those that suffer greatly inside their little 5'x5' cubical... but honestly I do fight to get managers and CEOs to see that people are miserable inside those things!

I ate something and am now deciding to take down the tree and Christmas decorations. They are looking quite sad after a month and half of cats and kitens pouncing on them. They should have been taken down a week ago... see? I'm not doing anything in the house! But at least the cats are having a ball "helping" me take things down so perhaps I can get a few good photos from it.

I just hope people call me for work soon. I am REALLY annoyed at the people for promising me work and now sayng they can get by without my work... yet they still waste my time and energy calling me for "advice" that I can't charge for. Yesterday was the pits... I drove 30 miles to and from an appointment that the guy never showed up for! Can I charge him for my wasted time and gas? NOPE! Grrrr.... at least I came home on that rainy day and took a lovely nap with Allen on my feet, Nicki on one side, Pouncer on the other. I swear, if it wasn't for them and their comforting prescence I would have curled up into the fetal position and worried about how desperately poor we're becoming.