After the week we’ve had, I can’t believe that the weekend is here.
Though, of course, I probably have to go in on Sunday for a half day to catch up to baseline.
That’s depressing. What’s not depressing is the other stuff that’s going on!
Tonight we have gaming! Our DM can’t show up and so we’re going to be playing various tabletop games and engaging in general Bravo Sierra. Tomorrow is dedicated to chores, but they’re the fun chores like getting stuff for the cats and/or going to Costco and then coming home and doing laundry (unlike the unfun chores of going to the grocery store and Sears and then coming home and sorting the stuff on the table next to the front door). Tomorrow night is devoted to NOTHING AT ALL. Oh, my heavens. My stars. I tremble at the thought.
Sunday, of course, will be the equivalent of a pre-meeting for the five-day meeting that will be the week that follows but… kest lavie.
What’s on your docket?
Going grocery shopping isn’t bad if you go alone.
If my wife goes to the supermarket and says she’s stopping by the deli I beg off to stay at home. She spends an hour kibitzing with the slicers behind the counter over how the meat should be just-so thin and how she wanted a pound not a half pound in the first place.
I long for my bachelor days where I bought $50 of groceries and I was good for a week and a half. Most times I was done under thirty minutes.
When I was single, a movie cost $4. Now, a movie costs $27. What happened?
Another weekend on call, during which I fantasize about smashing my pager into smithereens.
Being on call for unix work is hellish enough. I can’t imagine being on call for stuff that really matters.
In my first job out of college, I was on call 24/7 for a computer that monitored a few buildings worth of labs. I was young and dumb enough not to realize that I should have asked to be compensated for that.
Fortunately, it was an old piece of IBM iron that was incredibly robust and rarely needed any attention. In fact, the night the A/C died and the machine room temperature went above 90, everything newer failed, but it kept chugging away.
“We’re not paying you to sit at home!”
That’s what they told the folks they gave the pager to.
The smarter ones said that, no, they were being paid to interrupt movies, dinners, even conversations at a moment’s notice… if it came to that.
The dumber ones just took the pager home and didn’t watch movies, have dinners, or conversations.
Chaos.
Karyn is away with friends at Breckenridge. I’m taking the opportunity to rearrange the basement, and later maybe I’ll take the kids to the pool. That’s not a euphemism, I’m actually going to take the kids to the pool!
Also, this massive time sink: http://armorgames.com/play/12141/kingdom-rush
Just put up a sprinkler and have them run through it.
Is it really possible that the Egghead Kings don’t know the difference between “desert” and “dessert”?
Would you rather eat a sandcastle or a strawberry shortcake?
I don’t deserve this… to die like this. I was baking a chocolate souffle.
Dessert’s got nothin’ to do with it.
I’m about 1650 miles down, on ~1900 on the road over 4 days. Western Montana to almost-Portland day one. Day two down the Oregon coast to Fort Bragg, CA. Day three to San Looie Obi, where I’m writing this. Tomorrow, Pasadena.
Over the last three weeks I drank too much beer, caught not enough fish, spent time with lots of really fun in-laws-a-couple-steps-removed, drove over three thousand miles (including a short stint through a tree), saw a whale, dealt with 200 squabbles between the kids and almost ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere on the California coast.
Vacations are the best.
Gaming, bike ride, more gaming, laundery. Good weekend.