why don’t we… Runaway!

I am currently getting totally hopped up on an iced caramel macchiato from the ‘bucks. I’m not usually an espresso fan, but I love saying macchiato and in the course of ordering and discussing with co-workers what I was getting, I got to say it no less than 10 times. A bit of pre-caffeine buzz and silliness on a Friday afternoon.

I’m making a list of things to pack and do this evening. I did all the laundry I think it is humanly possible for me to do, without washing furniture, last night, so everything’s all set to be tossed into suitcases. We’ll have laundry there so I don’t even need to include plastic bags for dirties. Mostly the list is to remind me of what gadgets to take and their chargers. I don’t know if we’ll have internet at the beach, so I’m taking games for the laptop just in case its rainy, and a big book of dvds (prolly around 150), the iPod of course, and the camera and cell phone, and probably the webcam so if we do find a signal, I can run the “beach-cam” on my site.

I toyed around with the idea of hitting Halo this evening for a few drinks at happy hour, but the likelihood of anyone being interested in joining me is slim, and then anyone of that group actually going is around nil, so I’ll spend the evening being good and packing clothes and folding and putting away the clean ones and maybe make myself a few cocktails after/while I do. I’ve got to do the apartment “gone for a week” cleaning, too. Clear out leftovers from the fridge, toss out trash bags and recyclables, all that fun stuff that would cause me to sniff the air when I return next Sunday and say “ewwwwwww!”

The excitement of the trip keeps hitting me in waves. I won’t even think about it for an hour, then it creeps into my brain and I can’t think of anything else. One co-worker already asked how I’m managing to get anything done. I am, but very slowly. This is the first long vacation I’ve taken in a while, usually I’ll go away for 4 days at the most, and that’s often to see family. When asked what I’m looking forward to doing, the answer is “nuh-thing.”

I ran into Richard on the way to work this morning and it was good to see him, he almost always says that he hasn’t heard from me in a while and while that’s true, as Jason Mraz sang, “the telephone works both ways.” Still we chatted a bit, and I’ll have to make an effort to give him a call when I return. I can just never tell who responds well to advance notice and who’ll leave it ’til the last minute and then call me saying “So what are we doing?”

Ok, the caffeine has killed my ability to think on any one thing for more than a few minutes. So naturally I should get back to work, as the frequency with which some of our clients want to make changes to stuff would fit that state of mind perfectly.