TGIThursday

Because that means only one more day of the week to go. And then the fun starts, right?

Or at least, the 4am wake-up-calls. But that’s followed by diving, dinner with friends, brunch with friends, and biking. Whee!

My days have been so long lately, and so hectic for the most part, that I’m feeling sparse on “me” time. And it doesn’t help that I’ve had a lot going on in the evenings as well–dinner with friends, meetings, dog-sitting get-togethers. Not that that stuff isn’t fun, it’s just not sitting on my couch staring at the ceiling going “uhhhhhhhh”.

My plans for tonight got cancelled, not by me, but by John and the other people–none of whom could make dinner. John’s boss decided to switch late shifts with him suddenly yesterday. This is great in that John doesn’t have to work late Friday, especially with Saturday starting at 4am. Not so great in that he was suddenly supposed to work late tonight, when we theoretically were doing dinner with friends. But then she got stuck in Sausalito, and he was working late, so eh.

I’m the only one free, apparently, so I’m about to take myself off for my lonely walk to the car, drive home, scrounge some food up, and contemplate free time.

What shall I do? I’m not used to this free time thing. I’ll admit to wishing for some this coming weekend, and wishing that we weren’t doing quite so much out of the house, but it’ll be a good time. And I’m basically not planning on leaving the couch for the Saturday and Sunday after Thanksgiving unless you can give me a very good reason to move a muscle.

And I’ll fully admit that I’ve been planning all week to write up a post about scuba and a defense of it in light of the recent happenings, but I’m so beat that writing just feels like more work.

Suffice it to say: It can be a dangerous sport, and you have to respect it, and if things go wrong, they can very very wrong quickly, but the fun and delight and amazing stuff is well worth the potential risk, especially if you work hard to minimize that risk at every possible turn in the road.

Enough for now. I’m off to the car park. I think I’ll eat my lunch along the way. (Yes, you read that right.)

Dear Life, can we pause so I can catch up?

*sigh*

Running

Today’s my “running” day at work. I get in early, and run run run all through the day to get everything that needs to be done done as quickly as possible. Partly because I don’t want to be here until all hours of the night, but also partly because, since stuff needs to be kept on ice, things have to happen quickly.

Bah.

At least my immediate future holds clean sheets, homemade bread and soup (I love you, John!!), some good wine and some good company for the evening. Whee!

So I’ll leave you with this.

I’m culturing germs. What sort of culture should I instill in them?

Haha. I got that from Cara. Girl cracks me up!

Not much to say, really

I’m working hard, in preparation for taking a whole freakin six days off.

Nothing exciting is happening.

Talk amongst yourselves. Hopefully you’ll be more entertained that way.

Sorry.