Yippee! It’s my last day at work before vacation. It’s almost 4:30 and I’m pretty much caught up with all the catch-uppable stuff. My former (and decidedly evil) boss’s last day is today. (Plenty of Coronas and ice cream cake in the Training Room, everyone! Little sweating groups of IT and marketing people chatting nervously about their MemDay weekend plans! What could be better?)

Characteristically, I still have a bunch of stupid things to get done before I hop on a plane Sunday morning: dye my silvery roots, do laundry (if the wildebeests upstairs let me at the washer and dryer, that is), exchange some summer clothes, find a pair of sandals that I both like and can wear without blistering madly, buy a couple of books to read, figure out a knitting project to bring. Pack. Return the DVDs to the video store. Charge up the iPod. Dump about 23 pounds of cat food and several gallons of water into troughs for Theo.

I’m a little envious of D. for being in New Orleans already, and I can’t wait to show him around. I hope he doesn’t go to Coop’s Place until I get there — I want to see the look on his face when he tastes his first bite of seafood gumbo with extra seafood.