Somedays you should stay in bed
Today might have been one of those days, but the call of employment must be heeded, so I went to work.The T (subway for you non-locals) was operating in fine form this morning (by fine form I mean not at all). There were very many cranky people standing on the platform looking down the tunnel for a delayed train. At work I proceeded to spill a fourth of my coffee on my pants. Precious coffee wasted! Pants wet! Yuck. The day's workload has been increasing as I prepare to go on vacation and I'm worried that maybe I won't get to do laundry tonight and who needs clean undies anyway?
I haven't reached the point in my manuscript I had hoped to reach before leaving for vacation, and I realize I'm not going to have any more time to work on it (party tonight, packing/seeing cousin tomorrow). Bit of a bummer.
I keep telling myself, "Soon you will be overlooking the harbor and watching big boats dock and won't that be fun?" And it will. I know it will. I know I'll be 1000% more relaxed once I'm away. It's just that now...not so relaxing.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
If I have time I'll try to let y'all know what I'm taking to read on vacation (lots of mysteries--I dig mysteries). If I don't get to it, I'll do so upon my return (with reviews!). I think I have 7 books (maybe 8) in the suitcase. And I'm contemplating buying another because I'd really hate to run out of reading material. I could borrow a book from the very handsome boyfriend but I think he's bringing non-fiction exclusively. Hmph.
Oh, god. I just remembered. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. I hate dental appointments. No good ever comes of them. Just pain and usually bad news.
Vacation can't come soon enough.