Oh, To Be A Retiree

I didn't come into work this weekend, so I stayed until 8:30 last night. I fully intended to come in, of course, but I met my dad in Spokane for the carshow on Saturday and it was raining all day on Sunday. Come on now, who really wants to work when it's raining? (Or sunny? Or overcast?); wouldn't you prefer to laze around on the couch in your jammies? On Sunday, I went to Orange Julius and then to Michelle's house for chicken 'n' dumplin's since her husband was away. It was so beautiful on Saturday I almost wore a tank top and last night, I turned on my heat. It feels like October outside. And my stupid boss is e-mailing me from frickin' Cancun.

I had a wonderful morning. I didn't come into work until 10:30 since I worked late yesterday. This morning, I felt what it's like to be retired. I stayed in bed reading and then I went to the grocery store and out to breakfast (mmm, eggs Benedict and hashbrowns). Then I came to work and have done...nothing. Cool.

I actually do have to get to work though. I just realized that I only have about a month until the External Advisory Committee meeting. I better book the rooms and the caterer. And the airfare for the committee members. Holy crap.