I can't see my ass going into work today

Last week back at work was difficult. Exactly two people acknowledged Hans, expressed their condolences, welcomed me back, or hell - even acknowledged my existance. To be honest, I pretty much kept to myself, stayed in my office, only leaving to use the restroom or to clock out so their reservations can only be expected. I wasn't exactly throwing myself out there, but for crying out loud, I'm back! And we'll have to see each other at some point, so let's start off by saying "hello Justin, crazy ass weather we're having out there, eh?". something, anything.

Anyhow, Laura is now back in town and we had a spectacular weekend. Well, except for the Friday Night Fight, but beyond that, it was splendid. So splendid, infact, that I've decided to take a few personal days, the official reason: anal glacoma (ie, I can't see my ass going to work), which will afford me an opportunity to enjoy with Laura the last few days before she returns to work, and a chance for us to be together after we receive the autopsy results (tomorrow morning, should any of you be prayer people, please do so for us).

It's been a wonderful day. Sunshine, warmth, and flowers blooming. We spent the morning riding bikes, something that we haven't done since last autumn, which fealt great. This morning, we met with our friend David, who had a pierogie tip, so the morning easily turned into afternoon with a plateful of pyrohy and a few pints of Sam Adams Spring Ale. A most perfect lunch, if you ask me.

We then leisurely rode around Tremont, taking in much of the recent development, and caught a cafe y latte at a former haunt of mine, Lucky's.

We're now out in the garden, well Laura is out in the garden, and I'm inside taking a breather. I best get back out there, we've some serious cleaning up to do.