I did not go to work today

(said little Peggy Anne McKay)
I played hooky. Actually I do have an ailment that I'd rather not get into, and I did go to the doctor, so I so staying home can be justified. It was actually a much needed day off. I got quite a lot done, including some purging of the clutter that has been weighing me down.

And it turned out to be a fairly interesting day, too. While I was in the doctor's office, there was a knock and then the exam room door opened, and a voice says "keep her in here for a little while; we have a situation next door." It turns out the old man in the next room had some kind of panic attack that required ambulance, fire truck, and 5 burly EMTs to come and wheel him out on a gurney. Then after the doctor, I ran some errands including dropping stuff off at the dry cleaners, where I was engaged in a 10 minute conversation by an old man from Hungary who has lived in this country for 43 years and still cannot get over the fact that women here wear pants. Because where he comes from, men are men and women are women.

Yet another weekend update
On Friday night, after the cruel disppointment of missing another volleyball game (just kidding, hon) a group of us got shitty at the Blue Chalk Cafe in Palo Alto. After a few rounds of drinks, lots of chips and salsa, and much brouhaha over the melee (I just love using that word) at the basketball game in Detroit, we headed home, via the longest ever drive through wait at Burger King. Saturday was nice and lazy and then we had an early Thanksgiving dinner with Andrew's family, followed by a late evening round of Outburst. Sunday was more laziness on the couch and then lots of procrastinating and then finally getting my lazy ass home for my brother's birthday dinner with the kids. They ate crab! And of course, we had to wrap up the evening with another scandalous episode of Desperate Housewives.


Moral of today's blog entry: It is becoming very clear that work is getting in the way of my life.