It's not exactly a "lazy Sunday" today. I still have a reading to do at Mass, and a house that looks as though there were no survivors in some sort of horrible grenade explosion. The grass on the lawn could be braided, except it's too wet out there to attempt that, so mowing will have to wait for another day. Or maybe it will be scything.... Still, after a week of doing both jobs from ten in the morning until ten at night, it is sheer heaven to sit here with my cup of tea and tap away.
It is now officially autumn, whether we like it or not. Although after doing the research on how many Weight Watcher Points Plus are in a Dunkin Donuts pumpkin latte that is no longer one of the delights of the season for me, I'm still waiting for Harpoon's "Winter Warmer" to make its appearance on the shelves of my local "packie". I can cope with this.
Closing out the registers at the boutique the other night, the three of us discovered our math skills were rusty at best, so in trying to figure out by what percentage we had increased our "UPT" or "units per transaction" I did the only sensible thing. I called my Physics major in Cleveland who solved the problem in approximately twenty seconds. It was a moment of humility and pride all at once. I bow before the master. I discovered a long time ago that I don't actually need to know anything. I just have to be able to figure out whom to ask.
Tomorrow is a day off. Neither job requires my attention. The possibilities are making me giddy. I was hoping to use the gift certificate for a massage, but they couldn't fit me in until next Tuesday. Perhaps there is a "mani-pedi" in my decadent future. More likely, I'll be up in the attic dragging down the winter clothes for a wash and getting the house ready for company which will be wending their way hither in October. That suits me fine. It's time for gathering in front of the fireplace with a good friend or two and a cup of cocoa (or a Winter Warmer) and taking stock of my blessings, which fortunately number much higher than the Weight Watchers Points Plus in a Dunkin Donuts pumpkin latte.
It is now officially autumn, whether we like it or not. Although after doing the research on how many Weight Watcher Points Plus are in a Dunkin Donuts pumpkin latte that is no longer one of the delights of the season for me, I'm still waiting for Harpoon's "Winter Warmer" to make its appearance on the shelves of my local "packie". I can cope with this.
Closing out the registers at the boutique the other night, the three of us discovered our math skills were rusty at best, so in trying to figure out by what percentage we had increased our "UPT" or "units per transaction" I did the only sensible thing. I called my Physics major in Cleveland who solved the problem in approximately twenty seconds. It was a moment of humility and pride all at once. I bow before the master. I discovered a long time ago that I don't actually need to know anything. I just have to be able to figure out whom to ask.
Tomorrow is a day off. Neither job requires my attention. The possibilities are making me giddy. I was hoping to use the gift certificate for a massage, but they couldn't fit me in until next Tuesday. Perhaps there is a "mani-pedi" in my decadent future. More likely, I'll be up in the attic dragging down the winter clothes for a wash and getting the house ready for company which will be wending their way hither in October. That suits me fine. It's time for gathering in front of the fireplace with a good friend or two and a cup of cocoa (or a Winter Warmer) and taking stock of my blessings, which fortunately number much higher than the Weight Watchers Points Plus in a Dunkin Donuts pumpkin latte.
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