Yesterday … yesterday was a day. It. Would. Not. End.
Which sounds negative, but let me tell you why it was not. I woke up in the 501 area code. I had a late breakfast with my lovely bride. I took her to The Old Mill:
(A little more on this place soon.)
And then we drove. After a few hours we made Memphis. Then we started trekking through Mississippi, taking the scenic route. Pine trees. We saw pine trees. We raced the rain the whole way.
And then back into Alabama, where we saw pine trees — these growing taller and straighter. We hit Birmingham just in time for dinner and made a literal mid-intersection choice to visit Dreamland. And then we drove home. This took the whole day. The trip got so long that she found herself dancing along to Miley Cyrus song. I did not dance, I merely nodded my head like “Yeah.”
When I lived in Little Rock years ago (this is the last time I’ll mention it) I made the trip from central Arkansas to Birmingham quite frequently. The trip feels a lot longer now. I’m older. Also I drive a little slower.
So we made it home, petted the cat and I loaded up the laundry. Sat down on the sofa and almost fell asleep there before the spin cycle ended.
Today it was back at it. The library, back on campus, back in class and having a grand time.
One of my colleagues asked me to guest lecture for her. Knowing that she has a very high-energy style I resolved to be very enthusiastic myself for the day. Did anyone ever mention it is hard to be an informative comedian while talking about building web pages?
Most of my off-the-cuff jokes worked just fine. I had to wing part of the presentation because my printer jammed and the server knew it was Monday, but things went fairly well.
And then there was reading to do, and that’s been the rest of this day, which has just drifted into haphazardly drifted into yesterday and promises to lazily stretch into mid-afternoon tomorrow.
Is it the weekend yet? How about now?