Proposition: the day before Thanksgiving is the single most useless workday on the calendar in the United States. (I think the Eves are probably right behind it, followed by any day that is normally a federal holiday, followed by the Friday or Monday before or after a long weekend; but the fourth Wednesday in November is just nonsense.) (I guess this hierarchy assumes that Thanksgiving is a two-day holiday, which now that I think about it is a biggish assumption, so okay, the Wednesday and Friday surrounding Thanksgiving are tied. If the tie must be broken, I'm going to say Wednesday has a very slight edge.)
I am at work this morning. Will get some minimal amount of work done; will call the yarn shop, when they open, and ask if it's okay to stop in and wind [mumble] (six) balls before I hit the road; will stop at the post office across the street from them and send College Roommate K the play I got her in New York; will also find an ATM and deposit two of the three checks people have written me recently (not yours,
sanj, no worries); may, depending on the time, stop home and see if UPS has delivered my package which contains a
much warmer winter coat than the one I'm wearing, which, given that it's 40 degrees here today, is not such a big deal, except that hi, headed to Cleveland. Sigh. (Lands End said it shipped on Friday and should take 2-3 business days, the lying liars. UPS says it shipped on Monday, so it's hardly surprising it wasn't delivered yesterday.)
Hey, did you guys know today was going to be payday? Awesome.
Here, have my safely-scribbled notes taken on the drive from Minneapolis to Rice Lake
( two weekends ago: )Work. Yes. And package tracking. Several hours before the long drive begins.