VACATION!!!!!

Earlier in the week I asked my bosses for a week off as soon as we could swing it. Yesterday they came back and asked if I wanted to take the rest of this week off plus early next week (we are waiting to hear back on some projects, so that's why (long story) it's probably safer to be around at least two days next week). And since that next Monday is Memorial Day I'll be working two (ta-da!) days out of the next twelve. So… whoo!

So now I'm planning planning planning. What project should I tackle? Do I paint? I really feel like I should, I just don't want to. I hate painting. On the other hand, it's the perfect time. In any case, I'm going to pretend to work today, but mentally I'm figuring out my little working vacation.

I do have some fun stuff I want to do, and also some long-postponed tasks, such as dragging Sammy and Max to the vet. I've tried several times now to catch Max and take him in, but if you can't grab him the first time (which is hard enough) you don't get a second try. I guess that's the perils of adopting a six-month-old feral cat.

In other cat news, y'all remember the newborn kittens? I still haven't seen them, but I'm pretty sure they're under my house. Which bites. I am glad they're somewhere safe, but I don't know how I'm going to get my hands on them to get them used to humans and adoptable.

In even more cat news (shut up), I was driving to work this morning, and just down the street I stopped to let a kitty cross. Did a double take because this cat looked exactly (exactly!!) like Bea, just a bit darker. Markings, size... everything. I got out and talked to him/her, but he/she took off. I hate to sound like such a cat nerd, but I've so mystified about how Bea ended up on my woodpile alone that I'm happy for more clues. At least now I know that there's at least one other kitten that survived from Bea's litter, or at least I'm pretty damn sure.

I know the cat news isn't that exciting. It's just tricky writing stuff for my blog that I don't mind everyone knowing. :)

Ummm, so what the hell else have I done?

Had dinner with H last night. He came over to get the color printer and we decided to head down to the village and get a bite. It's getting easier to hang out, especially in neutral territory. It's hard for him to hang out at the house, which I get.

Anything else?

Thinking. Or as Data would say, "processsing."

Oh, hell, between cats and Star Trek references I'm really outing myself as a geek to anyone who didn't know it. On the other hand, who doesn't know it? :)

Damn, I got nothin'. I'm boring as hell.

I'll wind this up with the sage words of the Go-Go's:
(ahem)

Vacation
All I ever wanted
Vacation
Had to get away
Vacation
Meant to be spent alone