The weekend ends

Tomorrow, I start my summer hours at work, meaning I have to be in the office at 8:30 and can’t expect to leave until 5:15. But, because I do that from Monday through Thursday, working an additional forty-five minutes each day, I get to leave at 1 PM on Fridays. Ask me if I think it’s worth it on Friday — and again when I go back to normal hours in early September. I can’t oversleep any mornings, and I’ll have to rush to make my train every evening, but we’ll see.

Meanwhile, there’s not much to report. The weather was lovely here today — a little hot perhaps, but a far cry from yesterday’s heavy downpour. I drove out to Huntington to join friends for our weekly writing group, then home to have dinner out with my father. (My mom and he attended a party for one of her coworkers, then she had to go to work for a few hours.)

And that’s really about it. These weekends go by so damn fast, don’t they?

Song of the day

Our home phone has been down since yesterday’s thunderstorm. I put in a service request through their automated system, but the problem is almost certainly on their end, and we’re almost certainly a very low priority for them. I guess there’s always cell phones and Skype. (I have both, almost never use either.)

So, apropos of that, here’s an old favorite from Electric Light Orchestra, “Telephone Line.”