Terrible Tuesday

Oh gracious.

I knew Tuesday was going to be bad... and it was, but in a completely unexpected way.

Where to begin (and how much can I type before I fall asleep at the keyboard)?

I came back from my 3-day weekend at the Cape well rested, knowing full well that today would be a lot of work. (3 day weekend? Columbus Day Monday is considered a legitimate holiday in Massachusetts). But it turned out completely different!

But you know what? I don't even want to go over it. It's the same old story: plans I thought were firm (were develops over hours of meetings) were suddenly thrown out and redrawn during a five minute conversation. Meeting packets were revised and reassembled in a flurry of hole punching and tab-labeling... same old crap that somehow always surprises me nonetheless.

My weekend on Cape Cod was wonderful! I can't wait to get my pictures of fiddler crabs and Nonnie's plate collection developed. Nonnie is this little 85 year old woman who runs a breakfast diner out a converted house. She toddles back and forth with plates of pancakes and eggs, and on the walls are 85-years worth of collector plates: presidents, kings and queens, animals, cars, and my favorite: a llama plate from Peru.

It drizzled almost non-stop for three days, but Jon and I walked up and down Provincetown, the Salt Marshes near Wellfleet, all around Chatham and Plymouth.... it was oodles of fun. And we saw Wallace and Gromet and the Case of the Ware-Rabbit. It was most excellent. I dreamed of rabbits and vegetables all night long after seeing it.

But now it's 7:30pm and I'm past hungry and tired. I need to get home, eat, and finish labeling all the meeting packets for tomorrow (stupidly I volunteered to do that... Why do I do these things?!).

Off I go...