At least I think so.
If you've been following me for a while, you know that I have two crazy-busy times at work: December and June. As you might guess, I've been in the June crazy-busy for a while now. Three weeks of six days in the office. Really looking forward to this weekend when I will finally have more than one day off in a row.
On top of that, I had several client site inspections, we interviewed for and hired a new staffer to replace one that is leaving, and -- the most fun of all -- I had this weird thing going on for over a week where I was almost constantly nauseous. I have a new appreciation for what morning sickness must be like and I didn't even have to be pregnant to get it. That week SUCKED. Or maybe it BLEW. For about three days at the end of it I had to force myself to drink fluids because I got super dehydrated after even water made me sick and wasn't that a blast.
Now we have a heat wave here in Portlandia. It has been getting up to 92 degrees inside my apartment and not much below 80 degrees inside at night. In the winter it's great that my apartment holds in the heat, but right now, not so much. I think I have heat rash, which is just a grown up version of diaper rash.
No gigantic plans for the holiday weekend, although I do have plans. A long-time friend whom I have never actually met in person is on the west coast for vacation with her mom; we're having dinner Friday night. I think I might use the occasion to make my own inaugural trip to Voodoo Donuts. I know! I've had their donuts but never actually been there. Saturday I'm going to the Huey Lewis & the News show at the Zoo so if it's not too hot I'll do the zoo first (lesser flamingoes!) and concert second. In between, I think I'll sleep.