Today starts the longest vacation had in nearly four years. It seems maybe a little silly, but I'm taking 12 days off for my birthday. It was originally ten, but then a co-worker wanted to trade days so it ended up being 12.

Wow !

Kicking it off with hot cereal and coffee and a to-do list.

Hope you're wrapping up your week and getting ready for a weekend off.

Xxoo

Hiya. Good morning.

Been out of bed for about an hour. Working through some coffee. Had some leftover rice for breakfast.

My job tried to kill me last week with insane hours and call nights from hell. Ick.

Currently Pandora is playing a superb list of songs ( it's playing me the current track because it features blues rock qualities, acoustic rhythm piano, a twelve-eight time signature, great musicianship, and extensive vamping ) and making me less grumpy about plugging in time-off requests to the schedule for next month and cleaning off my train-wreck desk.

Also making me less grumpy is one last day of work tomorrow before 12 (!) days off. Saturday my sister will be here to house/cat sit and Sunday we are flying to a tropical paradise for beach lying, rum drinking, and site seeing.

We'll get home just in time to prepare for my birthday party. Serving gumbo, chocolate cake, po' boys, and more booze than is probably advisable. Stephen has a crown to wear to tend bar and I have a tiny little felt and sequined hat and a sparkly silver masquerade mask to wear not to do anything in other than be awesome.

Hope to see you there.

Xxoo