Time flies

I don’t think time runs the same way on Sundays as it does the rest of the week.  I just don’t believe it’s after 5 already.  I don’t know where the time went, so it must not have happened the usual way.  Sunday time = magic.  Dark magic.  I need to find the other white hats so we can band together and fight it.  In unrelated news, I just watched a bunch of clips from Jay Leno’s last Tonight Show on YouTube, and I can safely say I don’t regret never having watched a single show of his in 22 years.  He wasn’t funny.  I suppose that assumes that his last monologue was representative – maybe it wasn’t.  Still, no regrets.  Now, I’m off to find some time wizards to get our Sunday hours back.  Oh my god – time wizards.  Timelords!  Duh.  Doctor, where are you when I need you?

Then there will be no one to hear you scream

Why haven’t I learned this lesson yet?

It’s never a good idea to go to work on the day you’re going to travel.

I should get that tattooed on my arm.  This was not a normal Friday.  They’re usually pretty slow, pretty easy.  Today should have been typical – my schedule was wide open. I should have had plenty of time to do the things I needed to do before leaving.  Did that happen?  Of course not!  Today’s the day everyone needed something.  I did end up getting the big things done and postponing the rest, but I spent the morning in a frenzy of activity.  Not the good kind of frenzy.

Frenzy is SUCH a weird word.

Now let’s hope I can get the last-minute packing details done before the cab comes.  I hate it when the cab arrives before I’m ready.  Of course, I hate it more when the cab is late.

I used to know Spanish, a little

Zumba music gets stuck in my head.  It’s not that different from when any other songs get stuck in my head except that Zumba songs are often not in English (quite often).  I never realized how frustrating it could be to have the same 4-8 bars of lyrics I DON’T UNDERSTAND on repeat ALL DAY LONG.  Solution: learn the words to the song (so at least I could sing along, because, oh yeah, not only can I not translate the lyrics, I don’t actually know what words they’re using) and then translate.  Sure.  But that would require finding out the names of the songs.  I’m sure my Zumba instructor would be happy to send me her playlists…nope.  I don’t care that much.  I’ll just deal.

Eh, it’s Friday. Don’t expect too much.

I like to think I’m a patient person, but sometimes I just run out.  Most of the time it’s work-related.  Hardly ever friends and family.  Occasionally the general public.  And when it’s work-related, it’s not everyone.  But come on, people, do your job.  I’m not going to do it for you.
I wrote that this morning.  HOURS ago.  Whatever was bothering me then couldn’t have been that bad – I don’t remember being bothered by anything after around 11 this morning.  That’s a good way to finish a Friday, right?
Consider this a public service announcement: be better than this.

Knowing your audience is important, dude.

When I got in to work this morning, almost the first thing I heard (overheard) was one coworker explaining the Han Shot First controversy to another who could not have cared less, judging by her completely disinterested tone.  Coworker #1’s enthusiasm was not the least bit dampened by Coworker #2’s total lack of interest in learning who the hell Greedo is.  (Was.  Whatever.)  I can’t decide who I feel more sorry for: the Star Wars enthusiast in need of a like-minded buddy or the business analyst clearly wishing the oblivious fan would let her do her work.  If I hadn’t been on my way to a meeting, I would have jumped in myself. I probably wouldn’t have contributed much (Han shot first – what else is there to say, outside of some grumbling directed towards Lucas?), but at least Coworker #1 wouldn’t have been left hanging.

What caught my eye on the internet yesterday (and by internet, I mean Reddit)?

Got a little teary (just a tad) reading this (from Reddit).

OMG ADORBZ!  (Somewhat ironically used because I’m not a teenage girl, but for real, this is freakin’ adorable.  Also from Reddit.)

Stuff to look at

I was going to post to a bunch of things individually, but I’m feeling a little too lazy for that, and besides – how long has it been since you visited The Bloggess?  Her links to shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome are kind of awesome this time around (not like they aren’t usually).  The cell phone crashing video is really cute (3 minutes – you’ve got 3 minutes, right?).  I haven’t watched the Wholock video because we’re not caught up on the Doctor yet, and I’m afraid of spoilers.

Check out the llama who thinks he’s Pepe LePew (from Reddit).

I….don’t have anything else, and I don’t have anything to link all of this together, and you know what?  That’s okay.

Trying out insufferable

I feel virtuous.  I RAN to my polling place this morning and voted and then ran home.  I exercised my rights as a citizen of this country while exercising.  (John did, too.)  I am proudly wearing my “I voted” sticker, which has so far managed to stay stuck to my sweater, so EVERYONE knows how citizenly and more-civic-minded-than-thou I feel today.

And with that, I think my period of insufferableness (insufferability?) needs to end.  I’m tired, and I’d like to take a nap.

Sunshine is a wonderful thing

It has come to my attention (again – this is something I realize anew every so often) that I could never be a vampire.  After four days of nonstop rain (it started Wednesday night and didn’t stop until Sunday night) and constant gloominess, the sun came out on Monday, and I couldn’t have been happier.  I could never live in a world where I never saw the sun.  (Also, I don’t want to drink blood or be dead.)  I don’t have to see the sun all day, or even every day, but four days in a row without it – that’s too much.  I enjoy the rain, I like listening to it, I like falling asleep to it.  I don’t particularly want to be out in it much (I got fairly well soaked running errands on Friday – I had to buy mulch in the rain – and then we did our yardwork on Sunday in a constant drizzle.  Felt very British.), but it’s nice to look at, nice to be snuggled up warm and dry while frantically prepping your house for sale.  And then came the sun.  Monday was a perfect October day, all blue skies and leaves changing colors.  Days like that make all that rain worth it.

Promises

Dear August,

May we please start over?  I don’t know how we got 11 days in already.  I don’t know where the previous 10 days have gone.  Did you steal them from me?  That’s rude – of course you didn’t.  Do you know where they went?  Maybe I just misplaced them and you saw where I put them.  Would you help me get them back?  Even though I’m not in school, and the beginning of September doesn’t really mean an end to freedom like it used to, I still feel like summer is rushing to a close.  I didn’t get a chance to enjoy it.  I don’t mean to say I haven’t enjoyed many days over the last two months, but it hasn’t felt like summer.  I can have the kinds of days I’ve enjoyed any time of year (almost).  I would like to take the opportunity to notice and behave as if it’s summer now, if you don’t mind.  Of course, it’s Sunday evening, so I won’t get very far before I have to go to bed and start the work week tomorrow, but I promise to do my best for the rest of the month.  I need to get outside more, appreciate the warmth and sun more.  I can do that.  It would be helpful if you could keep the rain to a minimum, or at least keep it to the overnight hours, but I understand if that’s too difficult.  Regardless, I will try to remember that even though I don’t get a real summer vacation, I can still celebrate summer for a couple of hours every day (and maybe at lunchtime) and every weekend.  I promise.

Sincerely,
Zannah

P.S. I really do apologize for accusing you of stealing days from me.  It just slipped out.  I know you’d never do that.  Forgive me?

A picture wouldn’t have done it justice

I saw an oddly shaped cloud on my way home from work today.  It looked kind of like a wolf or a coyote with its head thrown back, like it was howling at the moon, except it looked nothing like a wolf or a coyote and an awful lot like an alpaca.  An alpaca howling at the moon.  Made up of clouds.  Too bad I was driving.  A picture would have been awesome, even though it probably wouldn’t have looked anything like an alpaca howling at the moon.

*Howling Alpacas is the name of my next band.

I think I’lll have some wine now

There’s a new pope, and I don’t really care, but I did think this description (from a reporter I heard on the radio) of how he was going to spend his time in those first couple of days was telling: “The new pope will have some time to himself.  He’ll use it to pray, meditate, talk to himself…” Yeah, I imagine he’ll be talking to himself a lot.

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I should probably be doing something useful to prepare for book club this Friday (like plan the appetizers or iron the new curtains – can I get away without doing that?), but I don’t want to.  I want to play on the internet and read my book.  Especially now that I’ve just spent entirely too much time looking for a tablecloth that will fit our dining room table once the extension is in.  Tablecloths are not that exciting.  Not like curtains.