Getmeonaplanegetmeonaplanegetmeonaplane

As expected, last week kind of kicked my ass. Not the whole week, more like the end of it. It started out fairly smooth and easy, then started building a crescendo by Wednesday, and by Thursday and Friday all hell was breaking loose. The good news I had sort of a cool-down period from 4:30 to 5pm on Friday. Full circle.

I have mentioned that it always rains when I work in the Beaverton branch, and this week was no exception (but they changed the filter on the water dispenser in the kitchen so it no longer take 125 seconds - I've counted - to fill a 25 oz bottle of water), but despite the bitter cold, sideways rain and general gloom of what is now a traditional northwest Oregon May, I had a pretty good time. Mostly because any time my head was about to pop off I remembered I'm leaving for vacation next Saturday morning. That makes me happy. What DOESN'T make me happy is all the crap I have to do around here between now and then.

I need a pedicure. I NEED a pedicure. I'm not kidding you, these feet are atrocious. I'm just hoping the gals at the salon I have chosen to visit today are able to understand "Be really careful around my open wound" in English and exaggerated gestures. Then I have to tan (daily, by the way), clean the house from top to bottom (but specifically the kitty bathroom) and figure out what to pack. Oh and I still need bathing suits. And my eyebrows waxed. And to get through next week.

But oh glorious three-day weekend! The biggest thing on my mind late in the evening of the Friday night before a three-day weekend is how LOOOOOONG I'm going to sleep in on Saturday. So of course I was up at 5:15am. Because there is just no sleeping in. You'd think by now I would have at least vacuumed. Best I can do for you is have a load of laundry in while I sip coffee and pretend like the internet is interesting.

So yeah, three-day weekend, then four days of oh-holy-night Judy L's desk, and then, THEN, the AIRPORT. And a PLANE RIDE. And the BAGGAGE CAROUSEL. And the CAR PICKUP. And SUN. And KING HARBOR. And then YORBA LINDA. And then PALM FRICKING SPRINGS. Where I will commence to laying down for a week.

I think I can handle just about anything this coming week throws at me provided I keep my eye on the prize. And get through all the rest of the crap I have to do around here between now and then.