Making myself late

Some days you just wake up knowing life is going to be awesome for the next 24 hours.  Today's got that feel to it.

I didn't run the shower cleaner this morning, but I've got five dollars that says Jimi does.  Maybe I'm wrong.  I'll report back later.

It got cool here for a week or so, but then it jumped back into the 80s and has stayed there all week.  I was ready for sweater weather!  Is this what they call Indian Summer?  They'll be plenty enough time for sweaters in the coming months, I'm guess.

Work has been hard for the last few weeks, and it's probably going to get worse before it gets better.  But it'll get better.  (No, I never updated my resume OR seriously looked for another job.  Even in my most awful moments, it's still way better than just about any other job I've ever had.  And I've come to realize that the perks of the job put me in a place where I would have a really hard time finding another position with similar compensation.  And sure, I could conceivably work for less money, but I've worked so hard to get where I am - why would I take a step backward if I don't have to?  And I can't leave Kim.)

But it's Friday.  Friday is always good.  I'm supposed to go to a seminar today, but I may skip it.  I may not, since it'll get me out of the office for the last half of the day.  But I've got a lot of work to do, so I may.

What were we talking about?  Were we talking about anything?

What's the thing you're looking forward to most this weekend?  Special plans, or no plans?