My grandmother is in surgery this morning in Nashville. I'll be thinking about her all day.
The Hater and The Count are driving to Tunica, even as I type, to spend their Spring Break trying to make enough money so that they can live a life of perpetual vacation. I'm thinking we'll all end up going back to work on Monday.
Speaking of work, that's what I'll be doing while they're gone. Even Saturday--- volunteering for a Saturday isn't nearly as bad as having to work it. Maybe I'll get to leave around noon. It's the thinking about working on a day where I could be sleeping that's the bad part. Once I'm there it's usually not so gaggy... Usually on the weekends we mostly give shots, but sometimes there's hydration or treatments involved. I won't know until Friday what will be in store, but even then there's always the chance for unplanned excitement on Saturday.
I've not decided what other excitement I'll get into this weekend. The Hater's not been gone for 6 hours yet, and already Zoloft is going nuts for attention. I think it'll be a night of laser pointing chases for her.
And me? I'll probably have oatmeal for supper.
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