Getting Ready

Getting ready to go to New York for a week and a half (to see my family and friends, and pick up Em and bring her back home) means working my butt off to get everything done at the office. (And failing, so far. One more day to go...and seven days' worth of work to do in it. Yay, life.)

Getting ready to go to New York for a week and a half means that all the loads of laundry need to be done at once, rather than spread out over an indeterminate, never-ending time period.

Getting ready to go to New York for a week and a half means trying to get everyone from my temple to hand me their articles for the newsletter I edit...on time. (This is a literal, physical impossibility. Jews and 'on time'? Do not mix.)

Getting ready to go to New York for a week and a half means packing for me and N, with N spending most of his days undoing whatever I manage to accomplish each evening. ("But mom! I wanted to weeearrrrrr that!")

Getting ready to go to New York for a week and a half should mean not continuing on my summertime breakneck reading pace...but it doesn't. (Out of my cold, dead hands...)

Getting ready to go to New York for a week and a half means loading my iPod with The Story of Edgar Sawtelle...all 16 CDs worth. (Which, of course, means first downloading each of those CDs into iTunes. Which takes a looooooong time.)

Getting ready to go to New York for a week and a half means negotiating visiting times with brothers-in-law and friends and relatives, all of whom want to see us, and all of whom we want to see. (Which would work out nicely, if it weren't almost physically impossible to see all the people we're trying to see, especially without a car to get around in.)

Getting ready to go to New York for a week and a half means trying to spend ten minutes with Baroy, since he's staying behind with Snug. He's not especially happy about it, though he's the one who pulled out of the family-travel plan. (Idea of spending money we don't have on another plane ticket + Idea of putting OCDog in a kennel for so many days and making him even crazier = Easy decision.) But finding ten minutes to spend together? Almost impossible right now.

Getting ready to go to New York for a week and a half means that you get a crappy-assed blog entry like this one, which is really nothing more than the long-story version of "No time to blog! See you in August!"

And so...No time to blog! See you in August!