Here in Canada it is Victoria Day weekend this weekend, the coming Monday is a statutory holiday here.
I took this Friday off. I dislike clients coming in to get stuff done before the long weekend and waiting until the last minute, usually Friday afternoon, to do it. I took Friday off so someone else can deal with those situations should they occur.
I am trying to get away for a weekend trip. My Friday will be reserved for dealing with errands for my mother. There are certain tasks that can only be done during a weekday. My Friday will just be doing work of a different sort. Then the weekend is mine. All mine.
There likely will not be a lot of future weekend trips. These days I spend Saturdays with mom. I have less time to do things. Everyone knows gas is damn expensive. Everything else is expensive as well. I am not sure how anyone manages to afford anything these days.
There is rain forecast for Saturday/Sunday/Monday. I do not really care. I need to get away and do some things to get my mind off other things.
Why does it always seem like one has to do a lot of running around to get a lot of things done just so you can spend a few days not doing anything? One of those little life mysteries.
