I mean, why did it have to be July?

On Friday the office “closed” at 1:00. (We often close early on Fridays during the summer. Because attorneys are rich, they take nice vacations, and hence half the legal world just isn’t around during the summer, especially on Fridays.) But last week I had to stay late a few times, because I was trying to fit five days’ work into three and a half days, and on Friday I thought I would just stick around until I’d finished up a few of the things on my long-term to-do list, which has after all gotten a bit more urgent since I found out I didn’t have the long term to do those tasks.

And then in the midafternoon I got emails from the attorney asking me to send stuff to experts NOW NOW NOW MUST GO OUT TODAY. Good thing I hadn’t left when the office closed, eh?

And then a few more emails like that. And suddenly I was working even harder than I usually do during the day, and the phone was ringing, and it was as if the office hadn’t closed at all. Except DT had left her office at 1:00:01 without even a word to me.

I still have a bunch of work left over from last week, but I haven’t even looked at my list yet this morning. I had a pleasant, lazy weekend, and I don’t want to remember all the stuff that I have to take care of this week (in four days, and probably in three and a half again, as I will likely have at least one interview).

BF is at home today, and for the rest of this week, because of something I’m not sure I pointed out here. This month, I had planned to take the first real two-week vacation of my whole working life. I had planned for a week at MP’s (luxurious, blissful) summer home in upstate New York, and then I would spend most of the next week with my mother. I had already bought the plane tickets to see my mom and I was really looking forward to having all that time off all at once, when I found out I was getting laid off in a month and would have to find another job while taking two weeks of vacation in the next thirty days.

So I cancelled the week in New York, which was supposed to be this week. I couldn’t cancel the week with my mom, in part because the plane tickets were expensive and in part because I’d never hear the end of it. BF had already taken this week off of work, though, and he decided to just take the staycation since he wasn’t going with me to see my mom.

The week in New York was going to be capped with an Abba concert on Friday night. Yes, that Abba. I own my lameness. I really, really didn’t want to miss it, so we’ve decided to fly up there on Thursday night and fly back on Sunday. Ironically, this will make for a far more stressful weekend than I would have had if I’d just stayed at home, since I hate flying so much, but I just can’t stand the idea of missing Abba in concert. Who knows whether I’d ever have that opportunity again?

This is such a complicated month. I know that complaining about not being able to go on vacation is pretty stupid and spoiled of me, but I’m choosing to own that, too, because the timing fucking sucks, no two ways about it. In any case, BF is at home today, and although that means I got to drive his car to work, which makes me happy, I wish I was at home with him instead.

I have other miscellaneous stuff to say.

I wrote a few yoga classes this weekend. I wrote one for my mom with lots of twists, which wring out impurities (in theory) and I think will be great for her. I added in some moving parts so we can change it around if she’s having a good day or a bad day. I wrote a hip-opening one as well and sketched some ideas for a binding class – I’ve never done a class that’s focused on binds, and I for one love them – and for a class that aims for eka pada galavasana, an interesting arm balance I’m still trying to get the hang of. After doing this, I think I finally see the usefulness of Light on Yoga, as a textbook rather than just as an intimidating encyclopedia.

I cross-stitched a little this weekend. I hadn’t in a long time. It was fun.

We went to the dump on Saturday. I’d never been to one before, and it was SO COOL. We had to leave our old sink in the metal pile, and the whole metal area was amazing! Twisted pieces that were unrecognizable, washers and dryers laid out neatly in rows, 80’s stationary bikes, and some bikes that looked perfectly usable to me. There was a big sign out front that said NO SCAVENGING, which was fine with me, but it was still sad to see useful stuff in the pile. We also went to the consignment store with a bunch of my clothes and shoes, and the lady there was terrific. So that was neat too. I probably won’t see any money until early September, but money is still always good no matter the timing.

Speaking of which, I sold a bunch of my CDs in a lot on eBay and got a whole lot more than I expected. The buyer was an independent music store in Massachusetts, and while I specifically noted that the CDs are not in perfect condition, I hope they won’t be too disappointed that they may not be able to sell as many as they’d hoped. They haven’t paid me yet (auction ended Saturday), but when they do that’s another $70 in the bank. I also got a couple of stories over the weekend to review for $30 apiece from a friend who sells audio short stories. Hopefully I’ll get to them on Tuesday night. Hooray!

Silver linings abound this Monday…but I do wish I was in New York, writing by the water or riding a bike around town. Oh, well; next year.