O frabjus day, we have DSL at last. It took PacBell ten months to get the lead out and put the line in; they've been overwhelmed by customer response to their ads so I'm grateful it finally happened. It's wonderful to be connected all the time, wonderful I tell you. Kind of takes the sting out of real life problems, like Bush's first acts as president. I'm trying hard not to think about how much damage he plans on doing. When I hear comments such as "planning environmentally responsible exploration" of the oil fields inside the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge it fills me with bleak despair. For now, I hide in my house and rejoice in the miracle of a fast, constant connection.
Until the next rolling blackout, of course.
My vacation schedule got radically revised today. Alas, Corflu is no longer on my calendar. My three bosses are all going to their nephew's bar mitzvah the very weekend I wanted to go to Boston. I'm bummed, but what can I do? Seniority is a heartbreaker. That's why I feel genuinely sorry about having confirmed my attendence at Westercon in Portland for 4th of July weekend. A co-worker wanted to take the same two days off to meet up with some of her online friends from the east coast. I have seniority. And so it goes.
As a sort of consolation prize for missing Corflu I am going to take a quick weekend jaunt to Las Vegas with Shelly. I particularly want to see all the new hotels that have opened in the last year (it helps so much to do site inspections in my business), and I'm really excited about seeing Cirque du Soleil's "O". I adore Cirque du Soleil.
But that's not all. My bosses booked me on a cruise, a short Nassau-New York hop of five days. I'm finally going to experience a cruise, halleluia. However, it begins on May 1st, and so I will not be going to L.A. the weekend prior as planned. I'm sorry, Steve. I was looking forward to that double date. I guess L.A. is on hold until much later in the year. Maybe we'll try for the Emmys again in September.
My next trip is going to be to the doctor's office, though. I got stung, or bitten, on the legs in Mexico, and the bites are suddenly, scarily infected. It's my fault for scratching, but I wasn't paying attention and they were intensely itchy. Now my legs have pink streaks radiating from one of the scratches, and the bites are tremendously swollen and hot. To avoid gangrene and blood poisoning, or at the very least a fever, I guess I'll go back to the doc much sooner than I planned after my last annoying visit.
Maybe I'll wear my BUSH-WHACKED t-shirt.
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