Something in the computer server closet just went beeeeeeep!

Why does this always happen on Friday afternoons, when I'm the only one here? I mean, beyond the fact that I'm always the only one here on a Friday afternoon. But why every Friday?

Sigh. This morning, I spent an hour writing a blog entry (and here I am, writing another one) and now I'm trying to figure out how to code that time on the stupid timesheet. I covered 30 minutes of it with "project review" but the other 30 minutes is going to be a problem.

If I hadn't turned in more than 8 hours a day almost every day this week, I'd be feeling guilty.

Maybe I'll just put 30 minutes for "dinking around" on my timesheet and see what Bernie has to say?

Dinner out with a friend (well, a couple) tonight means I'll miss the premier of Stargate Atlantis, but the R.C. is going to tape it for me.

Although we were just in Blackhawk for gambling very recently (a month or so ago), we're seriously thinking about going up tomorrow anyhow. It's supposed to be 100 here in Denver, making it one of those days when we are really going to regret that we didn't move somewhere with central air. Rather than waste the whole 2-3 hours we generally spend up there gambling, maybe we'll do the bus ride from Blackhawk to Central City this time and then walk the gentle 1.5 miles back. We've been wanting to do that.

At some point, I need to clean house (mostly floors) and do laundry. The R.C. insists that I haven't actually vacuumed in months (she's been doing it), so I need to vacuum. (And take out trash. Sigh. How can someone who never shops and hasn't actually cleaned house in two weeks have so much trash that needs to be carried out? Trash, like laundry, is a never-ending chore.) (Well, so is cleaning the house. "Woman's work is never done.")

Sunday, possible brunch with friends.

Also on the schedule - 1 hour dithering madly over bookshelves. What to take? What to take?

Busy weekend.

Cruise-prep also includes getting my prescriptions refilled. And digging through the cedar chest for a couple of sweaters to toss in my suitcase. And a manicure, in the sense of just cutting my nails completely back so I won't have to worry about them on the cruise.

I've been making a list (she said, proudly) for the last year of the last-minute things we don't want to forget about. Like taking all the kitchen trash/garbage out. Rinsing out the coffee pot on the morning itself. Getting the mail held for a week Leaving myself with a clean bathroom and clean sheets on the bed, for my return. Not leaving myself with a bunch of dirty laundry to return home to. Watering the plants really thoroughly, so they'll survive a week without me. Turning off and even unplugging unneeded electronics, including both computers, the microwave, the various clocks, etc. (And, with the R.C.'s recent experience, I'm considering adding a few flood damage prevention measures to my list.)

There are many things in life that make me happy. Making lists and then ignoring them is one.