Fall Friday…

One of my favorite things over the summer has been Summer Fridays, where our office hours have been 9am-1pm.  I went away a lot this summer, but on weekends in town I usually went to the movies on Friday afternoons.  Something about watching Ocean’s Thirteen in the middle of the day on a weekday feels decadent.  So of course Summer Fridays only last through Labor Day weekend.  Today is the first Fall Friday.  Which means I have to be here ALL DAY LONG.  Now, frankly, I have so much work to do, that it’s not really an issue, but I don’t really WANT to be here. 

Speaking of Labor Day, it was a wonderful weekend.  Anita and I drove up to my sister’s house in New Hampshire and we brought along her dog, Rose, who got along famously with Ziggy.  It was really fun to have two hyper black labs under foot the whole weekend.  They were quite entertaining.  On Saturday we went to Portsmouth, eating and shopping and strolling.  The weather was beautiful.  At first Duncan didn’t want to go with us because he said that all we would do is walk around going into candle shops.  This made all of us crack up, because apparently candle shops are the height of nerdiness in the world of twelve year old boys.  I’ll note that we did not drag him into any candle shops, but did spend quite a lot of time in Macro Polo, which is a dream shop for any non-nerdy pre-teen boy (as well as his geeky aunt). 

On Sunday we made a pilgramage to Mecca Target, so I could get my fill of suburban shopping.  We watched Red Eye on Sunday night, which was a far better movie than I thought it would be.  And Cillian Murphy has some of the creepiest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.  The rest of the time was spent laughing, bird watching, playing with the dogs, and eating well and a lot.  It was the perfect way to spend the last weekend of summer.  And now, back to the grind…

Narcolepsy for fun and profit…

I’m not sure what has been going on with me lately, but I seem to be constantly exhausted.  And it doesn’t matter how much sleep I’m getting, I’m still tired.  Maybe it’s the fact that the weather keeps changing and I can’t get used to it.  Maybe it’s the fact that I really need to start exercising regularly again.  I’m not sure, but whatever it is, the falling asleep part is lovely.  However, the waking up part is a big drag.  I never feel rested and half the time I feel like I’m coming out of a coma.  Something’s gotta give and soon.  I don’t know how that’s going to work since life is only going to get busier once the summer is over.

 In other news, I’ve had a lovely weekend.  Holly was here for a wedding and so I got to spend a bunch of time with her, which I haven’t done in ages, since she now lives in Key West.  We did get to spend some time together at our high school reunion in June but that was insanely rushed and full of sensory overload, what with the hundreds of other people there who we hadn’t seen in years.

Speaking of the reunion, here’s a photo of me and Hols.  Don’t we look fetching?

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I think I might have had a mouthful of food when this photo was taken.  Lovely!

 This afternoon I’m off to meet Kate for lunch at VYNL, one of my favorite brunch places.  I still have a bunch of stuff at home I need to take care of, but somehow I keep avoiding it.  Brunch and chatting and window shopping always seems like more fun than laundry and cleaning.  It’s no wonder I manage to keep putting it off.  The queen of procrastination, that’s me.