What time is it again? Or is it Thursday yet?

I'm so ready for a vacation.

I realized last night while talking to my parents that I'm switching in and out of time zones on the trip to Lansing. That's going to be weird. Not nearly as weird as the train trip from Virginia to Alabama where we were several hours late to begin with, switched time zones, and then also got the daylight savings "Spring Forward" as an added bonus. I had no clue what time it was by the time I arrived in Tuscaloosa. Oh, the things I miss from those days... and don't miss.

At least I won't have Dad's enjoyment of O'Hare at like 3 a.m. many years ago. There is that.

One more day

I think I can get through one more day, even if it may kill me. I swear my coworkers need to all be taken outside and taught the meaning of "inside voice" as in "I really don't need to be hearing this heated discussion/argument about a fellow co-worker while she's not here to defend herself".

I tried to get some last minute shopping requirements done at Metro Center. Less said about that attempt the better. But remember my post about the Metro buskers? Usually they're outside the station. We had our lovely electric guitarist this morning who looks like Bob Marley/Jimi Hendrix but plays more of a James Taylor vibe. *shrugs* At least I didn't hear "Fire and Rain" right before a plane trip. Tonight downstairs inside Metro Center on the Orange/Blue line platform, we had a doo-wop group singing "Rockin' Robin" and "Why Do Fools Fall in Love" in semi-harmonious complete with choreography. It certainly broke up the monotony of the late night commute.