Seasons Change

Fall has hit DC with a vengeance. From temperatures in the high 60s at night, we're currently at a lovely 53 degrees (up two from the low!).

This kind of weather makes running outside much more pleasant, not to mention being able to cut off the A/C and throw open the windows all night finally. And, bonus, I get to haul out the big, fluffy white bathrobe(s) when it's colder than cold inside the apartment when I get up in the morning (I can so hear Margaret Cho channeling her mother, crying out, "soooo gaaaay!" right about now). I love the fluffy white bathrobes, but there's really no need for them when it's warm out.

The temps will climb back up over the weekend from their current lows, but them they're back down again next week. I expect soon we'll hear calls here at the cult co-op to switch the A/C over to heat (it's an old all-or-nothing system, one or the other, not both). The BGA, which has the same sort of system, will do the same. Which will, of course, result in an indian summer heat wave which will bake us in our units for a week or two, but so be it. In the meantime, it'll be fun to watch people scramble for portable heaters.

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Stress Eating

As much as I love what I do (most days), I really hate the end of the federal fiscal year.

Everyone's hair seems to be on fire, and unfortunately for them I am the Only Attorney That Can Save Them (or so they think - I try not to disabuse them of the notion, as it means more job security for me). Which makes me both popular and loathed.

Whee.

So, I've been stress eating instead of my slightly better normal routine (it's not perfect, but it's better than it has been this week). My stomach is starting to complain about the treatment. I don't blame it, but it's getting annoying. And building on the stress.

Oh, and to top off this lovely week of stuffing myself with every bad food I can lay my hands on, I was told today that the powers that be have offered me up as a sacrificial lamb to go to the Congress next week and help explain why what we did a month or so ago didn't require notifying them or asking permission. Not like, bright lights and subpoenas, but in a less formal setting, a meeting with our appropriators and their staffs. The staffs I've so far managed to avoid meeting in person. I trust and hope this means a grade promotion is on the way this fall.

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