I am particularly in need of this Friday. It has been a Week to Remember, in a special, PTSD flashbacks sort of way. (And I do not use that term casually; been there. You don't want to do it.)
BUT - because I am always looking for the upside of everything - it is, indeed, FRIDAY.
And next week at The Office is only 3 days long! Thursday, vacation begins. Friday, I am leaving on a jet plane (if you sang that to yourself, congratulations, you are officially older than dirt) for BWI, and on to MDS&W. Ooh, a three acronym score already! (If I felt more clever, I'd write this entirely in acronyms.)
I have a canine guest - he's black and white and crazy all over.
Girl's back is still FUBAR (4 acronyms so far). Rest didn't fix it, PT has been pleasant but hasn't fixed anything. The doctor, two months into this, finally ordered an MRI (five!) and soon we may finally find out what's wrong in there. Meanwhile, walking a dog who wants to walk every 20 minutes (no fenced yard) has worn her down. She still gets up at the crack of dawn and goes to work to do a job that most people couldn't do for 20 minutes. She's tough as nails and loves her work, and if she's in this kind of pain, mom is worried, and glad to take the granddog. He is boarding with me for at least the next week. Fenced yard to amuse him, the cuisine here is good, and Murphy is thrilled. I don't mind at all. Both dogs like having another dog around. Murphy is happy as an only dog, but hates to go into the backyard alone. He wants another dog with him in that big scary backyard in the dark. These two lived together for years and they are content when they are together.
Friday, Girl checks in here to take over the Critter Ranch, while I head for BWI, to attend MDS&W, and see a bunch of BFFs I seldom get to hang with live and in person. And eat Thai food, and drink wine, and it will be lovely. And I need to give some serious thought to what I want to bring back with me from MD. Flying is a pain - it was a deal, and better for me in my unreliable energy state, but driving is so much more flexible. I know I'm buying Three Waters Farm soap - that's a given. Yarn? Boy could use a couple of sweaters. I need to look up the patterns I'd bookmarked for him, get the yardage, and make them my focused shopping. Anything else is gravy.