This is strange, seeing as I went to visit my parents last weekend, Friday through Sunday. And Saturday was a wonderful vacation day, full of sitting around and buying yarn for knitting. But then I came back to my place and life kicked into high gear.<\/p>\n
Monday work was full of meetings, and the entire evening was devoted to reading in preparation for a discussion group at work. Normally I enjoy reading of an evening, but not this book, and not when I’m dogged by the certain knowledge that I will not be able to finish the assigned portion before the discussion group meets.<\/p>\n
Tuesday there were even more meetings at work, and the evening was spent at my first choir rehearsal as the new director. This was more fun than I expected, but still tiring, and it conflicted with my futile efforts to catch up on my discussion group reading assignment.<\/p>\n
Wednesday is always a long day. I work from 8:30 to 2 and then from 7 to 10 on Wednesdays. And from 2 to 7, when I had intended to catch up on that reading chore, I ended up having to read several reports and articles in preparation for a meeting I hadn’t known I was supposed to attend, let alone present at, the next morning. I ended up not being able to finish the reading that day so I got to work extra early (8:00) the next morning to finish preparing for the 8:30 meeting. Which brings me to…<\/p>\n
Thursday was the worst day of all. I got to work at 8 to prepare as well as I could for the 8:30 meeting. And this meeting turned out to be a horribly uncomfortable one, with stake holders arguing vehemently over whether or not our assigned task was “a load of ____” (insert your favorite vulgar term for excrement… and yes, this came from the mouth of a tenured professor). The rest of Thursday was scheduled back to back with appointments and meetings until 6:15, and which point I jumped into the car and rushed to meet my friend to see a movie. I haven’t gone to see a movie in a long, long time, so I was really looking forward to this. And the movie was interesting and well acted, but by far and away the most vulgar, violent, and foul-mouthed movie I’ve ever seen. If they wanted to make a TV version, they’d have to write about an hour’s worth of dialogue to dub over everything they’d have to cut out. It was also a very long movie, so I didn’t get home until about 11, at which point I still had to eat dinner. So I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich and ended up falling asleep on the couch and sleeping there, weighted down by Pippin’s steady purring on my chest.<\/p>\n
Friday morning I woke with a start, realizing that I hadn’t brushed my teeth or anything the night before, and that without an alarm I could easily have slept right through my morning appointments at work. But I hadn’t, so I got myself to work for yet another day of back to back appointments and meetings, and then dragged myself home for a quiet evening.<\/p>\n
Alas, Party Girl threw a party last night. It started just as I was going to bed (at an early but much-needed 9:30) and continued until 7:00 this morning. The 2 to 3am hour was by far the worst, though, and culminated in a visit from the police. So today I feel hung over from lack of sleep. On the upside, though, I was up by 6 sorting my mail, cleaning the kitchen, and generally getting a head start on the day. So in some perverse way I have more time to relax during the day today…<\/p>\n
And now, I think it is time for cafe au lait, some knitting, and Brideshead Revisited<\/a>. I wish it weren’t my turn to go to work on Sunday (1:00 to 5:00 and 7:00 to 10:00). I need a real weekend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is strange, seeing as I went to visit my parents last weekend, Friday through Sunday. And Saturday was a wonderful vacation day, full of sitting around and buying yarn for knitting. But then I came back to my place and life kicked into high gear. Monday work was full of meetings, and the entire … Continue reading I Need a Vacation<\/span>