April 21, 2005
Half Day

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 luxury of 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 large needles and major suckage, in order to drain the excess goop from my stoopid infected 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.

[Although I MAY be able to squeeze in a nap and a little laptop time this afternoon, before I hit the laundry room ...]

The 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 entire Ю僱êrvØ¡ clan in their 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 serious 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.

Besides: I'm rewarding myself with a half-day on Monday.  

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