I took a road trip to Vermont for work yesterday. I left home at 6:30 in the morning, visited five wonderful independent bookstores, and got home again thirteen hours later in time to watch Lost at the Dutchess’ place. (or is that Dutchesse’s? Duchess’s? Duchessez? Help me MLA, or Stefanie!) As I sped down the New York State Thruway thinking about my very long but good day, I couldn’t convince my head that it was still only Wednesday. The day was so long that kept thinking that it was Thursday I was late for kickball, and how glad I was to only have one more day in the workweek excepting the sixth day of the workweek wherein I spend my entire Saturday at my second job. But I do that for fun! so it doesn’t matter…
Anyhoo, needless to say, I’m not happy that it’s only Thursday morning, I went to bed late last night and I didn’t find the season finale to be nearly as good as I hoped (we guessed Jack was in the future as soon as we saw his razor phone, which made the whole flash forward thing really draggy,) I have two days’ worth of work to catch up on, I have two days’ worth of blogs to catch up on, and my sink is still hopelessly clogged.
On a more interesting note, when I left my house to swim at 5:45 this morning, there was a wild turkey hanging out by my car, and now I have an inexplicable craving for cheap whiskey.
