Happy Friday internets. Sorry I skipped a couple days this week, but, you know… so it goes.
I’m remote desktop’d into my PC at home in California to write this entry. For some reason, that’s awesome to me. And, if by the preceding sentence it wasn’t clear, we arrived safe and sound in Oregon Wednesday night – where we were greeted by Grammy & Grampa and the familiar cold, wet welcome the Pacific Northwest. Oregon is a gorgeous place, I just don’t know if I could deal with all those months of rain.
I think Keaton enjoys hanging out with her grandparents though. When we’ve been here in the past, we’ve put her down to sleep in a pack-n-play in the large walk-in-closet in the guest room we stay in. It may sound kinda funny, keeping her in a closet, but the space is big enough to be a “room” proper and it has a separate door we can close to give her some peace. Anyway, sometime between the last time we were here and now, my folks actually transformed the closet into a little Keaton room. It comes complete with her name on the door, Backyardigans stickers plastered all over the wall, a bookshelf with books, and a little kid-sized bed. Now, that may seem even more funny… a converted closet-room… and perhaps it is – but the novelty now more than makes up for the therapy later.
Anyway… she seems to lover her own little space. So, don’t call CPA OK?
Work today (yesterday as you read) was abominable. I came here this week primarily for one two-hour meeting. I had been dreading this meeting all week. Not because it was going to be particularly challenging or difficult or anything… but moreso because it was going to be a stressful thing for me. It’s hard to explain, but when I know I have to share a strongly held opinion of mine that’s counter to what the commonly held opinion of the group is – I get all stressed about making my point succinctly and eloquently enough to be as influential as I want. Anyway, the meeting blew… but not for the reasons I just mentioned… blew though, nonetheless.
Forget it… I’m outta here. I just have nothing to write and all I can do is sit here thinking about how much I wish it was Friday (remember, I write the night before).