Count-Down

The "official" countdown to vacation has begun.
In a little over a week, I'll head south on I95 to
SC181. The drive is long, but well (and I do mean
well) worth it.

Tonight is the first channel mission from BWI in
a number of months for us. Tom is here with me
and will be doing a number of them soon. Good.
It's a nightmare working all night- and the the
phone all day. This week is "end-of-the-month"
time. I've started it, and it may not be as bad to
accomplish as I thought. That's a good thing.

The "problem" individual is back, and has not changed
at all. The time away was for naught. They can't
even look me in the eye. Yes, children, my friend
is officially gone. While it makes me sad and mad,
I acknowledge that he is "dead," at least the friend
part. Thankfully I'll be gone soon, so maybe just
maybe when I get back they will be gone. Never
could it be imagined someone I respected, trusted,
and believed in would morph into what is now
before me.

My Parents called me yesterday: "We're just
coming back from getting pedicures." I almost
dropped my teeth. It's hard to imagine my 75
year old Father getting his feet done. It's sort
of the "car wreck" factor- gross but you can't
help but want to know the details. Ick.

Have I mentioned Christmas Shopping? Yup,
it's well under way. Get it done. Get it done.
One less thing to mess with Once the Holidays
start rolling in.

Okay- gonna scoot. Behave!