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1. Ná bí ag briseadh (na huibhe).
2. Bhí siad anseo i lár (na míosa).
3. Tá tinneas (cloiginn) orm.
4. Tá Máire ag dúiseacht (na bpáistí).
5. Tá dath (an dorais) go hálainn.
6. An bhfuil tú ag comhaireamh (an airgid)?
7. Tá mé ag lasadh (na coinnle).
8. Dún doras (na hoifige) más é do thoil é.
9. Beidh muid ag caitheamh na seachtaine i Londain.
11. Sin é seomra na ngasúr.
12. Tá cos an chait briste.
13. Tá mé ag déanam (an tsiopadóireacht).
14. Tá phragas an t-im ró-ard.
15. Bhí siad i Sasana tar éis an cogadh.
16. Bhí sí anseo ag tús an samhradh.
17. Tá siad ag obair ar son an Ghaeilge.
18. Tá muintir an áit sásta.
19. Tá sí ina cónaí i lár an chathair.
20. Tá mé ag inseacht an fhírinne.


I have no idea why I thought it would be easier with this particular co-worker back. In the first hour I've already been asked to confirm/send/discuss three emails and listen to one voice mail while I'm doing my other shit, including the backlog of work left over from last week because she wasn't here all last week. Granted, because she was out sick, but I'm still going to bitch over here in my own corner because jesus woman, can't you do anything for yourself? And she still sounds like crap, and if she gets me sick I'mma kill'er.

I'm already having asthma fits, too. And I'm exhausted. I woke up this morning with a foreboding feeling about today. Not sure if that's going to come true or not, but I really hope that's just the result of me not getting enough sleep and dreaming weirdass dreams about Dwight from Haven. I don't know either.

Weekend was productive at least! There was Haven blogging including a truly astounding amount of swearing for an episode that was lighter on metaplot. I cleaned out two or three boxes from the living room and put up the solar lights. I cut out a shirt out of material I've had sitting on my shelf for shirts for about, um. A few years now. I swept and picked up and took out a load of recycling and, okay, we didn't get the desk put together and setup yet. Maybe this coming weekend. But stuff got done. Stuff will continue to get done, bit by bit.

I just kind of wish I'd taken a sick day because, you know, breathing is a thing and I could really use a day of sleeping in and doing nothing that I didn't get and don't have now.