Here I go again on my own.

So. I'm tuckered. I'm digging down somewhere deep to find the energy to write something great right now. We went to FF this morning, only to find a note on the door that says there will no longer be Sunday classes offered. Of course not. Because we signed up a week ago, and part of the selling point for us was that the Sunday morning classes was doable for all three of us. Bah. Oh well. Just going to have to rearrange and really think things through. I've been seriously considering signing up for the gym in Potsdam again for several reasons: 1) I'm making enough money now that the cost of gas/membership really wouldn't put too much of a dent in my monthly budget, 2) It gives me an excuse to go visit Jules and another someone I know who are, quite annoyingly, always half an hour away and 3) The Bagelry. I know that this third reason sort of defeats the purpose of going, and truly, I would try to limit my intake to once every couple of weeks. But they're just so damn good. Being in Potsdam for any length of time is always nostalgic for me, so I love going anyway. Hmm. Maybe I can talk Sam into accompanying me. ;)

This is day four of my fourteen day stretch at work, which of course, I'm super excited about. Julia reminded me last night that the paychecks will be nice but I only grudgingly agreed. Paychecks are only exciting if you can have a bit of fun with them. And I really want to go camping around Memorial Day weekend here at Coles, but finding people to go with has proved difficult. Who am I kidding? I won't be able to take time off that weekend anyway. Wishful thinking. Our family reunion, an eight-day hodge-podge of shenanigans, drunken arguments, and LOTS of great food, is sometime in July so I guess I can wait until then. I'm looking forward to it.

I've cut back my smoking to three times a day which is awesome in a two-fold kind of way: more money and less coughing. I haven't had a really stressful day since this whole thing started, though, so ask me again in a week. I think Sarah is coming home on Thursday, I'm not sure how long for, but I'm hoping that she and I can see each other. There's always a million other people pulling at us when we're together, which we love, it's just hard to catch up in that atmosphere. I miss her incredibly when she's not here, so much so that often, it does make me want to uproot and move to Saratoga. Think of the restaurants, the shopping, the jobs, the opportunities. *Sigh* If only.

Anyway, I don't work until five tonight so I'm not sure what I'll be doing with my time today. I've started this awesome new book by the former Press Secretary for Bush, Scott McClellan, and I'm really enjoying it, so I do see me spending some time with him today. Now I'm just rambling. Trust me, I'm going.