I AM SO BORED

It's about 2.00. Our fabulous new library software is completely down today, so I can't catalog a book, prepare a lesson, anything. I only had two orientation groups scheduled for today and one of them was a no-show, so other than re-scheduling that for next week, I don't have a lot to do here at school today.

I AM SO BORED.

And cranky. My neck hurts. I'm tired. And more, but what's the point?

Although my feet have been feeling a little better for the last few days. Why? Because I went back to wearing crocs. And that's that. And I'm going to wear crocs in DisneyWorld because otherwise they're going to have to push me in a wheelchair, and we've got to reserve that for the Other Chai if she needs it, because she has very bad knees. And there's no way the Chum could push both of us, y'know?

What else can I tell you? R is at work today and feels somewhat better. K has class tonight, but only one, so she'll be gone for awhile but not home too late. And her late class is cancelled for tomorrow, which is good, because I hate the thought of her walking out into a dark parking lot alone after class at 10 at night. All of her classes meet once a week, and are long. When the Sibs and I took our graduate classes there -- maybe ten years ago; our degrees are dated 2000 -- they met twice a week, but were shorter. So if we took two classes in a semester, we went four nights a week (excuse me while I have my head examined in hindsight) but each night was 7 to 9. Is that right? I don't know; one semester we took four classes. We took our normal two at the college we were enrolled in, so that was four nights a week, and we took two electives that were offered as weekend classes, so each of those took up two weekends. Can you tell we were in a hurry to get out of there? And we were both working full time and dealing with kids and our mother dying. And towards the end there, the Sibs re-encountered the love of her life and all that changed, so when we did our last semester, she was already married to him and they had to wrench apart from each other every evening when I picked her up.

Ah, good times.

And I've still got the knife-in-the-eye sinus headache from yesterday. For anyone who's keeping track.

My big fun today was re-arranging my desk a little, so now my computer is at an angle where the two parts of my desk meet and form a big L. Ah yes, all of this was designed so well. Whoever designed the lovely library and the furniture put my desk in such a way that to use the computer, I'd have to be turned away from the door, so I couldn't both work and keep an eye on who comes in. Good planning, as in everyplace else in the building. Have I mentioned that our computer lab has been pouring heat out of the vents for the last week? It's about a hundred degrees in there. The furnaces in the building haven't even been turned on yet, so where's that coming from?

Four weeks from this very minute, I WILL BE AT EPCOT! I always go to EPCOT first. Here's why:

The classic Disney trip was the one I went on with just my sister a few months after my brain surgery. Now, she had been through all kinds of horrible medical experiences before as well, and had even had a kind of near-death experience at one point. So anyway, I survived the brain surgery intact, more or less, and Jack was paying for the trip, and we were happier than two people could be to be going. And we got there, and checked into our hotel, and went out to the bus stop and really just got on the first bus that came, which was to EPCOT. And we were chattering away, thinking nothing of it, and got off the bus and headed for the entry gates, and all of a sudden, we both turned to look at each other at the same moment and said nothing at all but we both knew we were thinking the same thing: We're alive. We made it. We are okay.

This was a major moment in my life, and in hers, too, and we've discussed it many times and the impact it had on us. And damn if I don't feel that all rushing back into me each time I arrive in DW and make my first stop EPCOT; when I get off the bus and walk towards the gates, it hits me every time. It's an amazing thing, that confirmation that I'm alive and I'm okay. It's one of the things about going there that breathes life into me.

WATCHING LAW & ORDER :: ENTRY #1602