It’s getting hot in here. I’ll take off all my clothes
Ha ha! Gotcha Sorry, not removing my clothes for you all. But it sure is a scortcher out there. I’m wondering if mother nature wants to have a BBQ of her own. The least she could have done was given us mercy in the form of either clean beaches, or friends with swimming pools. But know. apparently, that’s too much to ask of the evil merciless bitch.
Anyway, so I’m home. I guess you all know that, but hey. Had to start somewhere right? Saturday night was pretty stress free. I can’t spend one vacation at James’s place without either getting thrown or throwing myself into a hot bath with one or two beers next to me. Yah, you can all go ahead and laugh. I know guys mostly do that, but hey! Who said I had to be a total fem, right? Sonday’s travel went much smoother than I thought it would. We got to the bus station early, I got on the bus early, and we were off. I slept most of the way to Toronto, because, really, what else was I going to do with no wireless internet with which to exercise my pacmate, and only about four hours of sleep from the night before. I got to Toronto early, called James, to let him know, then was whisked off to the bus that would get me across the boarder. I was awake by this time, so I finished the latest Stephanie Plum book, (I’m kind of wondering if this is going to be the last one), and once that was done, began getting acquainted with Laurell K. Hamilton, via the Anita Blake series. So…we get to the boarder at about five after nine, and Ur’ur’ur’urch…low and behold…three charter busses. I think my heart rate and blood pressure went up. I was seeing visions of just missing my rochester bus. You know, the one that leaves at about 10:45 that night, and sitting in the Buffalo terminal killing not one, not two, not three, but four…count them…four hours by twittling my thumbs and trying not to fall asleep, or cry, knowing I wouldn’t see my apartment until about 4:30, and would have to be in work by ten. So I turned MS. Hamilton back on to keep calm, and to keep those visions which were dancing in my head at bay. Finally…at about twenty to ten…we moved. Everybody got off the buss, and we were all processed, and back on the bus by about twenty after. Buffalo, luckily, is only about five minutes from the boarder, so I made it. That glorious steel beast was still there and waiting for me when we arrived. So…I made it home at a semi reasonable hour–reasonable for me anyway–and guess what! My apartment was a bloody oven. I’d left the windows closed and the AC off, because…why leave it on when I’m not here to benefit from it. Obviously, my spirits didn’t need it so… After cooling this place down, I crashed.
It was back to the old saw mill on Monday. The crew was a bit sparce as one person had gone home to her family’s for the weekend, and the other was apparently asked not to come in. It wasn’t all that busy since it was the fifth, and everybody thought we were closed. They had a food day, which I didn’t know about, because…well…I wasn’t there last week. Candi brought ice cream, and as hot as it was, we were surprised that nobody touched it. I shouldn’t have to tell you that I just had to get some with some nice chocolate sauce and marachino cherries. That made my day.
Yesterday was crazy as was today. Both girls were back today. I had a small training for a new project we’re working on, and it was back to work as usual.
I’m hoping to do something this weekend. Emma texted me the other day asking if I wanted to get together, and I responded by telling her yes, because I had a lot to tell her. I haven’t heard back yet. I imagine she’s probably pretty busy. I’d heard a rumar floating around that Heather’s phone isn’t on, so I’m going to have to figure out a way of bothering her at some point, so we’ll see.
I don’t immagine much is going to happen tomorrow or Friday, but I’m sure i’ll be popping up in here if anything does. But in the mean time. I’m going to go see if I can find something to drink. No alcahol, folks. It’s Wednesday, and I’d rather not show up at work all hung over tomorrow.
OK, I”m out before I say anything else stupid.