Nothing Much

It's a chilly, bleak day, even though it's technically spring. This morning, getting ready to go to work, there was a dusting of snow on my car and over the ground where the tulips are starting to emerge. There are still flurries drifting through the air right now, though not enough to accumulate, and the sky is a dead, gray color.

I'm sitting here at work, fingers cold but the rest of me tolerating the temperature fairly well, wondering if it's close enough to noon to justify getting my sandwich from the fridge and eating lunch. I cracked my first Diet Coke half an hour ago; too thirsty to wait, and the water in the office cooler here is somehow always room-temperature. Nasty, especially when mixed with Crystal Light.

I had a few appointments today, which is fairly normal for this clinic, and one of them was a client that had specifically requested to see me. That was a nice boost to the ego, especially because the client and pet in question are both enthusiastic, friendly, and fun. And now I've got a lull for a couple of hours, which has been filled so far by introducing the office manager (a fellow hobby-cook) to the addictive delight that is TasteSpotting. So far she's already printed out half a dozen recipes, and concocted almost as many plans for dinner endeavors.

In between being called over to ooh at recipes for Chocolate Stout and Salted Caramel Whoopie Pies, I've got a pretty amazing book to keep me company. It's a collection of superhero short stories that I got for umbran for Christmas and am finally getting around to reading myself, and I'm continually being overwhelmed by just how amazing each story is. It's wonderful to finally start seeing superhero literature emerge as a genre.

It's past noon now, so I can eat my sandwich and tackle the next story. I've got one more appointment this afternoon, and then it'll be home to the next part of the day, to figure out whatever up-in-the-air plans have been awaiting word from friends juggling lives of their own.....