I really needed an extra weekend after Thanksgiving before the work-week started (but didn’t get it). On too- late Friday night when DirecTV guys were installing, one said to me, “You really look exhausted.” [You've GOTTA be tired-looking when the installation guy notices.] We didn’t eat dinner till after 10 pm (DirecTV guys were late). Fell into bed, slept. Saturday: ConvergeSouth meeting resulting in brilliance via caffeine after setting off my own alarm while checking the front porch for UPS stuff.
Today, I got up too early (forgot the time zone thing) to follow Kid#1 on the Rock & Roll Marathon (NYC is MUCH better with “follow your runner via Google maps”). Then got all ready to wrap the stuff UPS is bringing daily (I have a complex wrapping situation 30 years in the making and it means we can’t use the dining room until after our last day of Chanukah, which we declare as Dec. 25 because that’s when the family can get together, and being Jewish means you can interpret the law.) Did some ConvergeSouth work. Think I ate lunch. Took a serious couch nap. Think I ate dinner.
JW calls – “Stop working!” (She was driving by seeking holiday lighted yards featuring balls and looked in my window so now I have to close the blinds for fear of other Xmas stalkers.)
I need a weekend before Monday.
