Today promises to be... long.

I've got a conference call across lunch. And as far as I know, that's the only thing on my schedule today.

I don't even have any Hall sessions planned, astonishingly enough.

What I wish I could do is ditch work, and go home and start working on the porch railing. That's going to take several days, I think, and the weather is so perfectly gorgeous today... I want to get that project done before it gets unbearable again.

But I can't. I'm already taking several days off at the beginning of July so I can spend time with friends. I need to conserve the rest of my leave for baby sick days and our vacation in December.

(A meeting through lunch, however, means I might be able to leave work early, and run a couple of errands, at least. Like buying more mozarella and fresh tomatoes.)

So, here I am, stuck at work, with very little work to do. For an eight-hour day, I've got a two-hour meeting scheduled. And one ten-minute meeting. And I've got some administrivia busywork that needs to be done. That'll take me all of about twenty minutes to do. So. Two and a half hours accounted for; five and a half left to fill.

I've got a couple of movies here at work, at least. And I can work on Willow Bough some more, I hope. (It was so very damned difficult to put it down and not play with it when I finished it. Why is it so freaking hard to pick it back up, now?)

Gonna be a long day. Ah, well. Two weeks ago I was begging for boredom.

Here, have a cute picture.

--Liz