Whenever it comes to a three day weekend, especially if I know the office is open, I can’t enjoy it. Saturday and Sunday merge and I can’t get that “weekend” feeling on Monday. I feel jipped.
For the first time in ages the weather is actually beautiful. Granted it sheds light on my horrible carpet (especially after the vacuum cleaner destruction), I’m running around dusting every thing I had missed and I’m additionally questioning why I had bought so much glass furnishings.
Jonathon is playing Final Fantasy X, I finished sweeping my rug, and the cats are basking in the stretched sun spots on the carpet.
I actually went in to work today to set off a few jobs that could run today/tomorrow. I don’t think I was even quite half an hour, but the prep and motivation it took to drive into the office has today feeling like a work day.
I’ve also been pumping myself up to change my operating system once and for all. I have to. I must. I just worry that this won’t be a simple thing and if I mess it up- I can mess it up in a big way, especially since I don’t have the original disk to fall back on should I fail.
I do however have a crappy older desktop I can hook up in case of an emergency. Will I have that emergency? Will I need to set up the huge monitor that only sports a 14″ screen? If you never see me blog again I guess you’ll know what happened- Johnny Depp would have knocked on my door insisting that I move to France with him and he’d woo me with promises of more powerful machines, sleeker computers with large monitors and (swoon) I guess I shouldn’t drift off like that.
It is beautiful out there though and I chose to take the long drive around the city to get home. It’s also nice to sit here at my computer and look past the patio. Blue sky, green gass, warmth 
Ashley was going to take Mila tomorrow, however, fate had different plans. Apparently as her and Ryan prepped for their romantic weekend at the coast, a pipe burst flooding the apartments. Thankfully the damage isn’t beyond repair as their dwelling received the lesser of the damage, but more than likely they’ll be moving into a different unit.
I think the only thing truly lost was Ryans sketch pad (ouch! I feel his pain), but it could have been worse.
For another few weeks Mila is still mine… unless someone happens to break through another pipe… not that I was the one who did that or anything… because I wouldn’t… and I didn’t… I have an alibi! (now I need to remember who I paid)
