mental long weekend

Is there anything worse than the last few hours of work before you leave for a weekend you're looking forward to? I'm sitting here, pretending that I can write code, when all I'm really thinking about is that I have to remember to pack a towel this time. I mean, I have a hard enough time concentrating on work anyways without the thoughts of inner tubes and pbr, bocce and koob, barbecuing and more drifting through my head.

Like Goody, I also have a litany of things to do around the house. And many of them really need to be done pretty soon. Unlike Goody, I'm not working on them. In fact, I only cut half the lawn this week. Why? Because I'm lazy?

Well... That could be a factor. But I prefer to think that my lack of productivity comes from the realization that summer only lasts so long, so I need to enjoy it while I can. The amount of times more that I am going to want to dive off the dock this year is limited, so while I can, I am going to put off the work that I don't get paid for.

Yes, that might mean that the hot water faucet in the bathroom needs a wrench to work right now, and yes, that means the shelves in the guestroom haven't even been measured out yet. It most certainly does mean that the winterizing of the lawn is going to have to wait until, oh, I dunno, I have a lawn made of something other than weeds.

Forecast for this weekend:

Partly drunk with a chance of silly