Lazy Saturday Morning...

I love this kind of Saturday morning... SiR and I have slept in and "are craving bacon" (quoting the fuzzy - but not super fuzzy guy lying beside me). We slept in this morning, which was absolutely required.

I worked about 13 1/2 hours yesterday... between fielding media calls for a story and working on some statistical analysis, I was exhausted. When SiR arrived at my office yesterday at about 9:00, I was happy... Part one of my work was good enough to send to my boss, and I knew I could leave without having a guilty conscience over work. (Although I did dream about sorting spreadsheets last night... ARGH... so much for a restful/peaceful slumber...).

Whenever I field media calls, I always worry that my quotes will turn out a bit lame, so I have this sick/sad/pathetic/perverse/OCD habit of having to read what's in the paper/listen to myself on the radio and watch myself on TV. (I've long ago decided, however, that I have a voice for newsprint and a face for radio... hahaha!... I look like a balloon with hair whenever I'm on TV).

Of course, the first thing I did this morning, after kissing SiR on the cheek, was run down to grab my laptop to check out my quotes. Without doing an exhaustive search, I noticed the story appeared in two Calgary papers and the Toronto Sun... Not bad for a day's work...

SiR and I are still in bed, still craving crispy bacon and waffles... "Smitty's is in trouble" he says... Hmmmm BACON... We might head off for an adventure in Drumheller, depending on our LQ... laziness quotient.