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Well, it's the first week back to work after the holidays. Everything I left waiting was still there when I unlocked the door and flipped on the lights. Darn it all! I think the budget pile actually managed to grow. Not to mention the week's worth of mail I found stuffed in my mailbox, most of which I actually had to keep and will require my attention.

There is a silver lining, though. The new marketing representative for my office started work this week. Her name is Tammy. She's very nice and seems to be eager to jump right in. Thank goodness. I hope she fits half as well as I suspect she will.

Oh, and I spent $100 on textbooks this week. I'm taking History of the British Isles to 1600. I'm actually looking forward to it. Yes, I'm a geek. A nerd. I can live with that. I really think I'll find this class helpful when it comes time to get busy on the historical romance I'm writing with my sister because the Black Death should be covered. Not to mention the Celts. Yay! I wonder if we'll get into the Book of Kells? I hope so.

Yep, certifiable book geek.

Did I mention I received my graduation audit over the break? Five classes. That's it. I need five courses at a 300 level or greater and I'll have my Bachelor's. Finally. I think I'll look into a masters program eventually.

The little people are back to school, too. Not to mention twice a week tutoring for the oldest one; he's doing really well, by the way. There's definite improvement. I'm hoping his report card tells the same story. We'll know in a few short weeks.

It's 10:00 o'clock now and that means I have to go to bed. Getting up to go to work sucks. Hate that damn alarm clock.

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