Migraine day today. I kicked the most wonderful man in the world out of bed and made him take Bean to school and work for me. Do you think this means I am not at work right now?? Nope. I should be in a barbituate-induced sleepy coma right now with an ice pack on my forehead but I am, in fact, at work, waiting for the three programs we missed last night to download so that I can manipulate their asses back into our automation and everyone can live happily ever after. We got hit by lightning (again) last night. Anyone who says that lightning only strikes once didn't live in a flat state with a huge metal tower behind their building. My husband was outside smoking when it happened - he did not get hit (thank god) but as he described it to me it sounded like an acid trip - little blue flashes and all.
So our computers are taking a mental health day (week) and our engineer (nice enough guy but... well...) is trying to figure out what to do about it. He unplugged everything and plugged it back in - and funny enough, it worked on one of the problems - but nothing was figured out last night so there are holes in our schedule. Then there is the entire second hour of a program that mysteriously vanished. Our automation has no record of it, our production program said "file? what file?". Luckily the guy who produces the show always makes a backup - unluckily, the backup has to go in real time so I'm also waiting for that to finish recording into the system.
So I'm in my office with the lights out waiting.
Once that's done I can reorganize everything and go get Bean from school. She wants to take a knitting class that is tonight so I need to call and register her for that.
Something tells me we won't be visiting my dad tonight... We saw him for (literally) three minutes yesterday. There was a thunderstorm (hence, the lightning strike) and a ridiculously large amount of water was dumped on parts of the city. Bean could not see the car from the door of the school - but she knows where I usually park and made a run for it. It was warm, and she was laughing and it was pouring so we sat in the car singing along with the CD (John Mayer) and waited it out. By the time we got to the rehab hospital (on the other side of town) it was time for him to go to dinner. I put his clean clothes away (did I tell you that my husband was in total shock when I brought dad's clothes home, washed them, dried them AND folded them? He said he didn't know that I could do all of that in one day. Smartass.) and we walked him down to the dining room and then we left.
Ohhhh.... it's time, it's time!! I'm off to check my downloads.