Wherein I fail at Volunteering

We ended up not doing food lifeline today for two reasons: we were exhausted and overslept, plus apparently they had changed the location of the get together today, and I didn't get the emails. Lar was able to dig them out of his trash, so we got the details eventually, but it was too late to make our shift.

The reason for the switch in location is that Food Lifeline had a huge donation of canned goods given to them, but this donation included canned goods that were under recall. So there were morning and afternoon shifts today at the south Seattle distribution center, not the north end one where we usually go, to painstakingly sort through the canned items, pulling anything that was on the recall list. There are thousands of cans and hundreds of pallets to go through, so it was sent out as an emergency 'all hands on deck' arrangement for meeting at 9 am today--and we didn't make it, which I feel very guilty about. Yet it did not stop me from watching SGA and reading my Flist once I knew we couldn't get there in time.

Is it any wonder that today's essay on 14valentines is about Hunger? The irony right now is intense.

So Close

I am #2 on the VVC wait list, so there's a good chance that I will get in. Still, it's close enough to hurt.

Fic: Alunt Tea [SGA, Teyla, Gen]

Title: Alunt Tea
Author: Rachael Sabotini (wickedwords)
Other info: SGA | Teyla | PG | 1000 words
Spoilers through 4.07, "Missing"
Summary: It's been a long day, and even Teyla is losing her patience.

A/N: This was written for the 2008 picfor1000 challenge. The prompt photo used is behind the cut. Thank you so much to elynross and sherrold for their beta skills. All remaining typos are my own.

( Alunt Tea )