Four more days
Spent the day in court, but in the end the major accomplishment was setting a new date to continue the matter until October. Tomorrow I go downtown for my semi-regular lecture on flossing.
I hate going to the gym when I’m on call because I don’t want to be one of those people I hate who think they need to carry their cellphone in a gym (or library or theater or many other places for that matter). On the other hand, being respectful of others just adds to the annoyance I feel toward the cube when I’m on call. It also pisses me off that I can’t go swimming after hours this week since I’m afraid I’ll either miss a call or trash another office pager.
But in just four short days a long weekend will be upon us. Super-secret plans are made; sun will be felt upon the body and pictures will be taken. I will be free of the tether. These weeks on call really make me appreciate Pongo that much more, because leashes really suck. Everyone should have a yard in which to run around nekkid, or at least a psychological equivalent (especially if you’re prone to sunburn).
Also, with $3.00 per gallon gas now all but inevitable here in SoCal, these refuges must be local. It takes $40 dollars now to fill the tank on the cubemobile and I’m too cheap to even let Nissantruck out of the garage.
In one last note as the mood pendulum swings back to happy, I’m assuming friends in New Orleans are alive, well and far away from their home since they were getting set to evacuate Saturday. But someone should drop a note. Hasta pronto.
Had contact with the friends formerly of New Orleans today. They’re healthy and on the road to the northeast.