Which of course meant I was late to work. Nobody said anything, but I'm sure there's another black mark on my Permanent Record. phoenixalpha was kind enough to pack up the leftover pasta along with a couple of ham sandwiches, a cake doughnut, and a carton of yogurt in the requisite brown (plastic) bag, which I grabbed along with a small plate as I inhaled my coffee and drugs while stumbling out the door.
Still no sign of hat and gloves. Damn it.
Today was fairly busy, but I managed to find time to proof the 95 registrations we got today (current box score 534, with one on hold until 1/14) and determine that none of them had horrible screwups like the last batch. drunkenphlower and I will be getting together on Wednesday for shawirma and shop talk at Jerusalem's, by which time I expect we'll have matched, exceeded or come within shouting distance -not a very loud shout, either- last year's pre-reg total. And we still have a month to go before pre-reg closes.
I also replenished my diabetes meds and test strips. So in spite of being dog-tired all day I've gotten quite a bit done, somehow, and now only have to remain awake for another five hours or so...