Might not get it done

There are only two things I have to get done between tonight and Friday evening, and it looks like one of them might not happen.

  1. Oil change.  Before we drive to PA Friday night, and then to Long Island Saturday morning, I really need to get the oil changed in my car.  I can probably get that done during a lunch break or something tomorrow or Friday.
  2. Pedicure.  I really want a pedicure before the weekend.  It’s not totally necessary, but I’d feel a lot better with one.  I just don’t think I can get away with that over a lunch break, and I don’t think the new place near me is open late enough for me to be able to do it after work tomorrow.  No website, so I can’t call to get the hours.  On the other hand, a pedicure might be a nice thing to do on our Monday off.

Of course, there are plenty of other things to do between now and hitting the road on Friday, but those are already planned for.  Packing (okay, more like picking out clothes), dropping the dogs at the kennel before work on Friday, …hm.  That might be it.  No more running between now and Monday, either, since we’re meeting our new financial guy at 8am tomorrow and dropping the dogs early on Friday.

My only point today is that it’s going to be a busy few days.

An about-face from yesterday

Yesterday morning, the alarm went off at 6am, and we woke up to a thunderstorm.  Running was out of the question, so we went back to sleep to the sound of the rain.  We’d really wanted to run, though, so we tried again at 6:30.  More thunder.  Thrilled, we went back to sleep until 7:30.  And then snoozed until 8.  It was the perfect morning to stay in bed.

This morning, the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and it was almost easy to get up.  I’m just back from three miles, and I feel pretty good.  I should be busy at work today, so I probably won’t get around to chronicling this past weekend, but I will soon.

Last night, John and I stopped at the Hair Cuttery in Lansdowne on our way home.  He got a great haircut.  Mine is too short.  And I could see it happening.  I told her (Leila – I need to remember her name so I can be sure I’m much clearer with her next time) I wanted my hair to fall just under my chin when it’s dry.  She started marking where my chin is with my hair wet.  I asked how much my hair will shorten as it dries.  She said hardly any.  I knew that wasn’t right.  My hair is at least a half-inch shorter when it’s dry than when it’s wet.  But I figured she was the professional.  So she cut my hair, wet, to my chin.  Naturally, now that it’s dry, it’s TOO SHORT.  Practically to the bottom of my ears.  It’s not the end of the world, but it’s not what I wanted!  I don’t particularly like it, and neither does John.  I’ll play with it when I blow it dry today and see what happens.