So. I don’t think I told you that I’m going to Mexico.
Tomorrow morning. Bright and early. Or, actually, dark and early, because I have to be at the airport by 4:30 am at the latest. But who cares; I’m going to Mexico. In November, which everyone knows is the second most depressing month of the year. I suppose it’s patting myself on the back, but it’s also honest to say that this was excellent planning, time-wise.
Mexico is a home of my heart. Continue reading
Yeah, ok, cat. I can feel the accusation in your eyes. I get it. Go away now.
Ok, for the record, I am not actually playing hooky, even though, yes, it is Friday morning and I am not at work. I actually booked the day off, very legitimately, and I think very thoughtfully as well. My job deals with people from the United States for 99% of the time and all those people are off work for American Thanksgiving, so by choosing to take today off, I’ve made it so that no one has to cover me and there will be no catastrophes in my absence. Lovely.
But I’m sitting here feeling kind of guilty. Continue reading
My One Precious Life 