I am in dire need of a vacation. A real vacation where I go somewhere else and don’t think about work or have to do anything other than lift a tall cool glass of adult beverage (I’m an equal opportunity drinker) to my pale, parched lips. This vacation could be as near as Dupont Circle or as far as somewhere on the Chesapeake, but I need it this weekend. I need a patio, pool, poolside bar, and a cabana boy to fetch me and Teh Smitten frosty beverages. I’m just having a hard time justifying the cost to go stay somewhere 15-45 minutes away from my messy apartment. Even if that place does have a bonafide bathtub and poolside bar. A decision will be made tomorrow.
Work is stressful. It is prime hurricane season and we’re in the disaster business. People are tense. The contractor who is quitting and now on leave totally did not finish several crucial tasks that are now giving me acute heartburn. My aunt is having open heart surgery tomorrow. Her overall health has been delicate for a couple years so this may not go so well. I am worried about my mom as a result – my aunt is her closest friend at this point. To make things worse, it would be extremely difficult for me to get and take leave in case something happened; this upsets me. My sinuses are at the worst since I’ve been using the Jala Neti Pot (sinus irrigation system – google it) and I’m worried I’m coming down with something now (hypochondria runs in the family).
Things that are good despite the above: Teh Smitten, finding old friends on Facebook, this schadenfreude-ey new tv show called Wipe Out (seriously – laughing at that show has been a life saver).
