I'm only working half a day today. Usually I try to schedule
half-days so that the "work" half occurs in the afternoon, and the
"not-working" half occurs in the morning, thereby allowing me the
an extra 45 minutes of sleep and a little laptop-and-coffee time in bed
before I hit the shower. Today, unfortunately, it's the other
way around: I'm
stuck here at The Dirt Company until noon, then I'm leaving the office
for the rest of the
day. Sort of a "Backwards Half Day."
Nothing overly fun on
the agenda, either: a quick doctor's appointment, no doubt involving
and major suckage, in order to drain the excess goop from my stoopid
toe (hiya, EdKaz!)
... then home to do four weeks'
worth of overdue
laundry, give the apartment a token once-over and pack a couple of
borrowed duffel bags with enough socks and underwear to get David and I
through our weekend at Yosemite.
I MAY be able
to squeeze in a nap and a little
laptop time this afternoon, before I hit the laundry room.)
Yosemite trip has
been looming on our calendar for months. We leave tomorrow
night after work, and we'll be gone until late Sunday night. I haven't been
dreading the trip, exactly ... I adore my
in-laws, and I think that it's cool that they're including the
fiftieth-wedding celebration: plus, hello, free trip to Yosemite? ... but I can't honestly say that I've been
looking forward to it, either. With
all of this infected toe ridiculousness, I have some misgivings about squeezing into a pair of Reeboks, let alone tromping around in the wilderness looking at
waterfalls for three days. But being the AMAZINGLY good
sport that I am -- shut up, Jaymi -- I'm going to suck it up and try to have a good
time anyway ... for David's sake, and for his
parents' sake: plus, hello, free trip to Yosemite?
And who knows:
it may actually turn out to be
fun. Stranger things have been known to happen. I
actually ended up loving "The Sopranos," for instance. I rode
two thousand miles on a bicycle. And
Chicken Pad Thai is now officially my favorite food on the planet, even
though I once
said I would rather eat a big steaming bowlful of Alpo than ever
deliberately set foot in a Thai restaurant. Sometimes I just
have to be dragged into stuff, kicking and screaming ...
... even stuff
that I eventually come to love.
to throw a rock?