60 minutes left in the work day.
About 120 or so (roughly) left in the nana sitting day.
The weekend is calling to me. It is so close I can almost reach out and touch it. I needs me some weekend right now, boys and girls. I need it.
60 minutes left in the work day.
About 120 or so (roughly) left in the nana sitting day.
The weekend is calling to me. It is so close I can almost reach out and touch it. I needs me some weekend right now, boys and girls. I need it.
Lunchtime on Friday. This is about where the last couple of Fridays have blown up in our faces. It’s been very quiet today (too, too quiet) and I am optimistic that the quiet trend will continue for another three hours and 45 minutes or so (I hope).
It really hasn’t been a long day, but somehow it sort of feels like a long day. I might just be overly tired but I can’t quite put my finger on whatever it is I am talking about. I think I need a weekend. Preferably a long weekend, but I don’t have one of those on the books until September. I’ll have to settle for a normal weekend.
I think I have four more cans of Diet Pepsi flavored caffeine in this house. That should be more than enough to get me through the work day. I have a meeting at 2:00, and the next round of meds is also at 2:00… so I guess she’s getting her meds a couple of minutes early.
I’m here at my parents today. I will be home around 7:00. Then tomorrow evening I come back here and stay until Sunday evening. Then I am working in the office on Monday. Then I come back here on Tuesday evening. Shit, man. I need this to end. I have a doctors appointment on Tuesday, but that falls squarely in the none-of-your-business file for now. Maybe someday I’ll mention that again. Nothing bad, just not shareable at this time. It’s all part of needing my father to be well enough to come home and then figuring out how to move forward from there. Plans are being fabricated. Actions are being researched. You know, the whole drill.
I wanna go home.
Just under four hours left in the work week. The weekend is almost here.
I’m not sure what the plan is. I want to get an eye exam. I haven’t had a chance to try and book anything yet so it probably isn’t going to happen. Our passports are going to expire soon and we need to get new pictures done so we can send them in with the renewal application. Good thing I got my hair cut, huh?
Guitar, guitar center, trade in the strat, all that stuff. I’m Nana Sitting again on Sunday night but we can get a lot of stuff done between the time I get home tonight and the time I come back on Sunday. Granted, we could also get a lot of flaking and resting and relaxing in too.
So many options, you know?
Friday morning… at last.
I don’t think we have any plans this weekend. We’ll get to spend some time with Harry, but it’s Father’s day weekend and he should spend Sunday with his dad.
Other than that? No clue. I need a haircut and I need to have my eyes checked but neither will happen this weekend. Maybe next weekend, but not this weekend. The grass could use a mowing and we have a lot of leaves in the back yard still. I could work on that some. The forecast looks agreeable.
I just need to get through one more work day. Just one more. Here’s hoping all of our customers have full blown summer fever and they all go for long weekends and leave us alone for today. Wouldn’t that be nice (there’s zero chance)?
Okay. Time to punch in. Happy Friday, everyone. May your work day be quiet and easy and may your weekend arrive quickly.
Toodles.
On Saturday I posted my to do list for the weekend. How’d I do?
So there we have it. My weekend to do list may have been short, but it’s complete. Big time complete. I like it when a plan comes together. Now we just have three work days, and a Christmas Eve to go before our first and hopefully last ever Covid-19 Christmas. Here’s hoping the little bastard goes down in history as a unique little blip on the universe. HoHoHo.
Oh sweet merciful fate, it is here at last. Oh joy oh rapture oh bliss….
It is Friday. Friday at last.
The weekend is less thank nine hours away. It cannot get here fast enough.
It.
Cannot.
Get.
Here.
Fast.
Enough.
It’s Friday!
Happy Socially Distanced Friday, everyone! Wash your hands, wear your mask, and Black Lives Matter.
It’s Friday!
It hasn’t really been a long week. Monday and Tuesday flew by. I haven’t had one of those days where it was Wednesday but I thought it was Thursday or any perceptive weirdness.
I’m just beat. I haven’t slept well in a while. Last night was okay, but I feel really worn out today. I’m coming down with a cold or something too. On a side note, a big bird just buzzed my window. That was kinda cool. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, I’m just beat.
I have a headache and a stuffy nose and all of that good stuff. I’m trying to figure out if I can take half a sick day this afternoon. I have a meeting and some other stuff this morning that I have to get through first. We’ll see. I’m really looking forward to this weekend, but I’m not looking forward to Easter. Don’t misunderstand, there’s nothing pissing me off about Easter, it’s just that it sort of doesn’t exist for me anymore. I’m not looking forward to it because, for me, it’s not really there. There will be baskets for the kids and all of that. I took care of it yesterday. There is no band practice for me this week. Not sure about my step son, his might still be on for tomorrow. No school activities (until early next week) and no commitments outside of the holiday. The potential for peace and quiet is actually pretty high right now. Throw in some melting snow and it sounds like the perfect weekend.
I’m just over half way through the work day, with the weekend slightly less than four hours away. It’s been a busy morning, but I seem to have managed to clean up a messy situation. We’ll see if the rest of the world agrees or not. Fingers crossed.
I looked at my schedule for next week and Monday is the only day that is meeting free. So much for telecommuting twice next week. Crazy craziness is crazy.
Is it possible that this weekend could include something special and unusual for my beloved wife and me? It’s possible. No promises though.
I don’t know exactly when I decided to live blog my day, but that’s how it’s shaping up. Sorry about that, folks.
It’s 8:30am. The weekend starts at 5:30pm. Nine hours and one full work day to go.
Let’s hope for a quiet, easy, fast moving day at the office. I want to go back to sleep.
Good luck!
I’m tired, I’m stressed, I feel like I’m right on the edge of getting sick. I don’t know what this weekend has in store for us, but I am hoping there is some sleeping late on the agenda. I’ve been trying to get to sleep early every night this week, but some how it’s not helping. Maybe sleeping a full night without waking up three or four times would fix me.
My wife is in even worse shape. Her company had a release this morning and she had to go into the office to cover it… at 4am. She woke up at 2am to get ready for work. That’s crazy. She deserves a nice sleeping in day this weekend too.
Wish us luck.