Rabbit rabbit rabbit! (You have to say that on the first day of the month--it helps keep the evil spirits away.)
A superb day at work, other than the fact that I was, you know, at work. We all finished up in good time, I only had to stay a little bit over, and there were no major problems. Ken isn't home yet. He had lots of errands to run today, including getting new tires on the truck. Good thing, because the snow has started. It's no big deal at the moment, but what concerns me is that we're supposed to get sleet and freezing rain tonight, and since I have to work again tomorrow...well, I might have to wake up poor Ken and ask him to take me to work. The Mustang doesn't care much for ice (although this one does better in the snow than the three I've had previously). I hope it doesn't come to that, because I hate to ask him to do that, but he never minds doing it when needed. Staying at home on a weekend I'm scheduled to work is out of the question, because our staff is already way down, and you just have to get in there. We always joke that if you call in sick on a weekend, you'd better be DEAD.
Jillian and I were talking the other day about Brian Williams. She always watches NBC News, too, and we both agree that we like Brian so much. (Yes, we're all on a first name basis now.) He just seems to be a natural at what he does, and he also seems to have a great sense of humor. I was pretty sad when Tom Brokaw left--I liked him, too--but Brian is a great replacement. Jillian was wondering how old he is, like in his sixties maybe? I said no way, he can't be that old--maybe in his early fifties. She said, "He looks pretty good for his age!" I checked, and he's 48, just 3 years older than I am. I think I was able to judge his age better than Jillian, because she has many years to go before she gets to her mid-40's!
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about Alissa and her chickens, and about how much her son Jake loves them. She pulled up this journal and showed Jake that I'd written about the chickens and about how he loves them and hand feeds them. (Apparently he also puts them in the swing and gives them a push, so I guess they have a personal trainer, too!) Alissa told me tonight that Jake was so excited about his chickens being on the Internet, and he asked her if it was going to be up forever and ever. (She said yes it will!) Here's a picture of the beautiful brown eggs, and I told Alissa to send me a picture of Jake with the chickens, so I'll put that up as soon as she sends it. You must be doing a good job, Jake, because these are the prettiest eggs I've ever seen.