My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

I’ve had a weird experience the last couple of weeks – I’ve been driving home while it’s still sunny outside.  It’s discerning to say the least.  A confluence of factors has brought this about.  For one thing, summer’s finally rolling around and June Gloom is finally wearing off.  I realize that Californians, at least those not living in the fog-filled depths of San Francisco and Berkeley, are horribly spoiled when it comes to weather.  If it’s not 100% perfect 100% of the time, I feel perfectly justified in complaining (after all, there has to be a reason a one bedroom condo can cost close to $1 million dollars around here, right?).  The second reason is that there’s a brief respite at work.  Rather than staying until ten every night and working weekends, I have a perfectly balanced workload with a manageable amount of work to keep me busy for a reasonable amount of time during the day.  So of course, instead of working at a reasonable pace, I’m doing nothing, billing nothing, creating a deficit of hours, and consequently using up my “vacation” time on Coffee Bean runs and chit chat.  What’s wrong with me?!

And just so this post isn’t completely about me whining, this play sounds interesting.  It might dovetail nicely into this book that I’ve been reading forever now.  I think if I stop starting other books in between chapters of it, I might finish it sometime soon.  Oh, and I recently received one of those emails filled with pictures of adorable, fluffy, baby animals, complete with a saccharine message about friendship.  I’d post it here, but (a) I don’t know how, (b) I’m afraid it’ll ruin my reputation as a hard-nosed pragmatist, and (c) I didn’t want to overwhelm anyone with that much cuteness without adequate warning.  =)  Let me know if you want a copy. 

[UPDATE:  Scratch that, rush assignment, due Monday.]