At the end of the day

[ksmith]

The end of the week. NADWcon is next week, and Holy Hanna but it can't come soon enough. Friends. The Farmers Market. The Concourse Hotel. State Street, with its coffee shops and cool restaurants. It's going to take a 20-mule team to drag me home.

Tomorrow night, Joshua Bell at Ravinia. First they said it would storm, then not. Now the storms are back on again. I'll be under a shelter, but still. If rains will come, I would rather they held off until I get home.

And no more power outages. Please?

Out on the deck. It's warm, but not as warm as predicted. Windy--I have to position the brollie carefully or it tips. Salad supper--pasta pesto and chicken w/ tarragon. Very good. So was the pinot noir with dark chocolate.

The cable returned, obviously, or I wouldn't be posting now. I came home for lunch to find the TV on and the internetz functioning. Had to change the batteries on the phone--they had depleted during the outage, shutting down the phone and sending incoming calls to the fax machine. I love technology.

Anyway. Phone's fixed. Go me.

Last night's storm was pretty horrific. 94 mph gusts clocked at Waukegan Harbor, and baseball-sized hail in the city. A block from me, the wind burst felled entire trees. I've been seeing crews out all day, and roads were blocked by downed branches and power lines. Not a drop of rain here. Just the wind.

I need to figure out what clothes to pack for NADWcon. I think I have a reading--I need to print out pages. I need to get as much done this weekend as possible because Thursday morning will be here before I know it.

The pups are spoiled--I'm outside, and they're inside. The A/C, doncha know. Tender little sprouts are they.

G*d, I need a vacation. Next year will be 25 years (ack!) at the day job, which means I get another week for a total of five. I could use one of those weeks now. No, the way things are shaping up, I don't think I can ask for unpaid time. Gonna be a busy rest of the year.

Birds are singing. It's a little too windy to be out, but hell with it.

Comments

[e-moon60.livejournal.com]

Say hi to people we both know for me.

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

I will.

Hope things go well for you and R. No worries. Everything taken care of.

[e-moon60.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Think of me tomorrow morning, paint roller in hand, converting old brown faux-wood paneling to smooth silky pale gray. NEXT week, I had best be writing like a fiend again.

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, you need to take a break and do something with your hands. And painting is a good chore for thinking. You have to pay attention sometimes, but most times part of your mind can wander off.

[e-moon60.livejournal.com]

Tonight we're taping the edges so I can start with those.