Monkey and I will be heading due south tomorrow, returning to the scene of the Horse v. Dog Debacle of 2006. My Favorite Berry is getting hitched at the family farm, and we have been invited for the shindig.
It has been a long and grueling week. I feel like I have been behind the eight ball since Monday, and, no matter how hard I worked, I couldn't get out of its shadow. I was at work until 6pm today getting things together for my sub tomorrow, and I feel like I will most likely start Monday feeling about the same way as I ended today. But, being a skilled compartmentalizer, I am going to stick those worries in a box and not open them until Sunday night.
For now, I am going to roll up my Sunday-go-to-meetings in my saddle bag, get a good night's rest, stick my toothbrush in my pocket at first light, and head on down the trail to Indian Territory.
Let the Devil take Monday. I'll deal with it when I get there.
2 comments:
Make sure you put your toothbrush in a travel container before you put it in your pocket. If you don't, well, that's just gross (pragmtically speaking).
Sounds like Ripken O is wisely sitting this one out, eh?
I'm having a (sort of) similar work issue. I'm supposed to be off from work tomorrow and was planning to go out of town. But my car broke down yesterday and isn't repaired yet - so I'm not going on any road trip tomorrow. My options: enjoy an entire Friday off to do whatever I want or schlep into work for a few hours catch up when I have been swamped for weeks and unable to catch up otherwise. This dilemma makes me cranky. We'll see how I feel in the morning.
But no matter what, my toothbrush is always transported in a travel container.
Have a great time this weekend! We'll battle Monday...on Monday.
Anon AMVB
Yay! I decided to let the devil take Monday too. We can be happy now and miserable then - together.
Anon AMVB
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