Winding down...

Hate me if you want. But today, even though YOUR calendar might say it's Tuesday, today is my Friday. That's because tomorrow I start a long overdue, week-long vacation.

I'm not sure what it is in our genetic makeup that causes the last day of work before such an event to turn into a day from hell.

Traffic was unbearable this morning. Everyone who knew I was leaving on vacation suddenly remembered something they just HAD to have before I left. And the day dragged on forever.

In fact it's still dragging on. I'm determined that before I leave the office to night, I will clean my office to within an inch of its life, even though it's been a year or so since I've done that. There's nothing worse than coming back from a vacation to a dirty office. Then I will go home tonight and clean my home the same way. There's nothing worse than coming back from a vacation to a dirty house, either. Of course no time away from the office, or home, goes unpunished. Through much painful testing I've proven that true over and over again.

So that's my day. I want it to be over, but it's not. I've tried to make sure all of the loose ends are tied off before I go, but I'm quite certain that I've missed something.

Plus, I'm having a bad hair day. Well, actually it's just a bad hair afternoon. I started the day with my hair as close to perfection as is humanly possible. But an hour-and-a-half workout at lunch, followed by a nice, long, nude steam bath, and then a shower, left it looking like....okay, you fill in the blank there. No amount of Bed Head seemed to tame it after that.

Perhaps that's why when I came back from the gym, and was offered two donuts, I ate them. Both. Now I can't eat for a week. The guilt is overpowering. Perhaps I can expend enough calories cleaning my office and my house to redeem myself.

Nah.

-Jaydog