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No wonder I drink.
Anyhow, it's vacation time. So that's good. Also good is that I don't need to leave any 'gone fishing' signs on any literal or virtual doors (well, OK, at work I will), because work is kind of slow right now and I don't post here often enough anymore for people to start worrying about what I've gotten up to. As far as the work goes, it's a perfect time to go on vacation, which is a lovely little fingertip's-worth of serendipity. Nice to be away when there aren't fires roaring all around and you're the only one with a bucket.
It's been a weird week in a way, what with Wednesday off. It just threw me and I've been logey and weird since then. Or maybe it's the 'LOSER!' message I got yesterday when I failed to make the cut for a I job I interviewed for, or maybe it's that a high-school classmate passed away yesterday and while I wasn't close to her the pictures people posted on FB made me feel old and longing for my youthful days. Or maybe it's the spider bite and the blistering/swelling/low fever that's been a part of the process of being bit that's got me feeling like every day it might be nice to lie down for a 3-hour nap. Whatever it is, it's setting me up to really really really enjoy vacation and maybe just hang out and not be the nervous mom type who is a spoilsport for all out random acts of fun-ness. Gosh I detest that characterization. A LOT.
I need to throw off this wet blanket, get crackin' on packin', and tell the world to quit messing with me because I'm OUT OF IT for the week.
What's glorious is that at the end of the month we get to do it all again, for another full week, just in a different location. Nice.
Now who wants to come over and pick the tomatoes while we're gone?