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Well, there was a baby in the bed when I went to crash, but she slept well all night--didn't kick me, didn't wake up every half hour demanding water--and I also slept well. So well, in fact, that I didn't wake up until nine this morning. I hadn't set my alarm clock, not wanting to wake her prematurely, but I figured that she would wake up by seven as she normally does. Not today. I had to wake her.

First thing I did, I got up and called in to tell my boss I'd be late. Second thing I did, I called her grandmother to tell her we'd be late. Then we took a shower and got dressed and dashed out the door. I arrived at work at eleven. I'm going to call it sick time, since after all, Rosa is sick.

Fuck. What do you say? I was just called in to a "stand-up meeting in the conference room" which turned out to be for the purpose of clearing everyone out of the way so Kimmie could leave quietly. She got laid off. Now we know part of what's coming at the all-employee meeting, I think.

So I still have a job, but whoa. This is chilling.

And on top of all the ~~excitement at work today, Rosa's illness turns out to be ear infections. She seems to be doing better but when I took her out to Macaroni Grill for our Tuesday night date she only ate a few bites of her mac-n-cheese and then wanted to go home. I had the waitress box up my food before I even took a bite, and brought her home to put her to bed.

When I got home, Kimmie had called. I called her back. She wanted to talk about things, seemed like she was taking it well, so that was good. I think maybe she'll continue to be a friend, though I'm not sure we have a lot in common.