I Would Do
Friday. A good week, I guess. The idea that I'll be retiring the beginning of the next year seems to have embedded itself in my psyche and made itself right at home. So I guess that's what I'll do. The aching head today, but the week has been pretty good, better than many a week in a long number of weeks and, although today was problematic, I managed to get out of the office early, pick up sake and cheese at the local Beverages and More and now I'm sitting in front of the computer with a clearer head and a better mood. All this before I start in on the sake, of course. We'll see how the evening has gone tomorrow morning when and if I awake ready for adventure or bed.
Yes we will.
I mentioned MRE was in Scotland. He's due to fly back (from Scotland or London or wherever he's planning on flying from, being a Brit in a foreign country and all) Saturday or Sunday. Not a journey I'd like to make: the long lines, the hassles over cameras, gels, waters and whiskies. I guess I'm no longer much of a flier. There was a time, long ago, when I didn't think about it much one way or another. I'm not sure that's true anymore, more for the lines and the hassles than any thought of weird assed fuckers mixing liquids across the isle. I'm curious, of course, what MRE will have to say come Monday morning over coffee if he comes into the office on Monday, of course. If he's not having coffee standing in line at Heathrow.
Thinking about these things Thursday morning listening to the news, MRE somewhere off in Scotland, then remembering Polly's entry on the 9th saying she and her crew were off to Orlando on holiday. I got to thinking maybe I should skip any plans I might have in the future for overseas travel should I learn dear Polly was planning parallel travel anywhere near the Colonies, remembering she'd been booked on a flight to San Francisco the day after 9/11. She had to delay her trip then, I learn in reading her journal she's had to delay her travel now. I would recommend you kick back with some of those clever drinks with the little red umbrellas stuck inside when you eventually arrive, dear Polly, and shed your worries. That's what I would do. Here in Oakland.