So apparently in the Normal World, yesterday was the first day of summer. Clearly whomever decided this was probably holed up in some scientific laboratory in Greenwich where they study the seasons and time and other boring stuff like that. They probably have never lived in a, say, sub-tropic area or a place surrounded by water on all sides or, you know, the place where I’m at now – where it’s been absolutely stifling hot for weeks. Not to mention the fact that the tourist season starts to trickle in just before Easter and won’t stop until Halloween – summer, you say? Mine’s already at the halfway point. Forget just starting.
At any rate, preparations are well underway for what will probably be the greatest trip I take this year, aside from the potential yearly pilgrimage to Shakori Hills. I feel like I haven’t traveled in ages, last summer was so full of mini road trips to and from Lake Anna to visit my brother, impromptu beach visits, and things like that – this year I’m already at the beach, and working five-or-six-days-a-week so the trips have been few and far between. But I get by – hopefully all the working will pay off come winter when I have several months to spare.
But I digress – the business cards are ordered, the fancy schmancy matching four piece luggage set is ordered, the travel plans are made, and in just a few short weeks Lis, Jo and I will be rocketing off to meet up with a few other members of the Vault in sunny, probably equally as sticky-hot Orlando. I could potentially be doing work for the site right now, or cleaning, or something equally as productive, but my day so far has gone something kind of like this:
8:30 AM: The cat is out? I can SLEEP IN WITHOUT BEING BOTHERED?
9:15 AM: I am still awake. Like really awake. Food, then nap. Yeah. I’l eat myself into sleep. Food coma style.
9:45 AM: Well since I’m up this early I might as well work
10:30 AM: Maybe work in awhile. I’ll just, you know, check the internet and stuff. Make sure nothing monumental happened while I was sleeping.
10:15 AM: Oh, hey. I can book that campsite for Thursday. Debit card not within reach. Meh, do it later.
11:00 AM: Screw it. It’s my day off. I’m going to read blogs and keep eating pop-tarts despite earlier revalations that eating pop-tarts in bed really has no redeeming value other than the fact that i am comfortable and fed at the same time, regardless of how fleeting hte comfortable-ness is when the Crumbs happen.
11:42 AM: Blogging. No further signs of productivity.
Today’s goals: Leave the house. Put on an outfit that does not entail sweat pants and that neon pink hand-me down tshirt.