I was surprised to see this entry in this week's PostSecrets.
Isn't that a cliché? I mean there's nothing wrong with having a secret that's a cliché, I just don't think that's worthy of being published on the PostSecret site.
I spent most of my day—from 10:00 AM until midnight—in my office, spending almost all of that time working on a document for our Vice Chancellor for Information Technology and Chief Information Officer. This is a second draft of the one I spent the weekend working on a couple of weeks ago.
I did leave for about an hour for lunch, which turned into a lunch-joint boondoggle with stops at:
- K&W: way too long of a line with four winding rows and then through the entrance way to the front door
- Moe's Diner: too crowded, too
- The Diner: stood too long waiting to be seated; at least three wait people passed by me not even looking up to where I was standing at the "Wait To Be Seated" sign
After that, I said, "Screw it. I'm going home for lunch." Which is what I did.
I toyed with the idea of running to the gym, but thought better of it, as I didn't want to run out of time finishing this document tonight, so I went right back to the office, making a sandwich to take with me for dinner later while there.
Mid-afternoon, my niece checked in by phone to let me know that my parents had fared the storm fairly well. I posted this status update, which garnered a lot of comments, as you can see:
Printing a final copy of the document before heading out the door at 11:45 PM, I thought, "Good decision," about not having taken an hour off this afternoon to go to the gym. Good night, Irene.