I've gotten into the really bad habit of sitting on the couch, slightly slouched, working on my laptop all night. I noticed this afternoon that there is a butt depression where I've been sitting. We've had this couch for 13 or 14 years and it did not gain a single impression through years of daily use, but now I think someone is trying to tell me something! Me thinks I need to move around more often, and get back into the habit of working at my desk.
The other morning I was running around like a mad woman trying to get ready for work when I noticed that my keyboard was disgustard with cat hair and other bits of goo. So I grabbed the vacuum and cleaned it up. Of course I went too far, tempted fate and took another pass at the last 2 cat hairs. I managed to flick not one, but two keys off the machine and into the guts of the central vac. Cue one very unhappy hubby dismantling the piping in the wall (where he found one key) and taking the bag outside to find the other. I was extremely glad he found them, as I am fairly sure I would not have been able to go an entire day without using the 'R'. I tried to think about doing it, but it made my brain hurt.
Well the audit in Victoria starts tomorrow, and I'm going to try and get a good night's sleep.