My bosses have no sense of irony...

...They gave me my performance review paperwork on April Fool's Day. Silly people. Again, I'm a little nervous, but it should go okay. It's not like I'm doing anything horrible at work. (I know, I know: just because you don't do anything wrong doesn't mean you don't get into trouble. I know this lesson well, but hope springs eternal in the face of the mighty performance review.) It's in the next couple of days--the boss doesn't know exactly when:/

So I'm knitting to bring myself to that nice Zen space where I can be analytical. Ommmmmmm...

And I'm reveling in the fact that I can eat FOOD, glorious FOOD! I had fruit and a bagel and tea, and I just cherished every bite. One of the few things good about being really really sick is how you feel when you're better. The world seems so much brighter. Food tastes better, water is divine, and walking in the warm air and watching the snow melt is ambrosia...