Careful What You Ask for There, Kiddo

Ladies and gentlemen, another work week has flown by; and while it is in my veins to be flippant, today is a hard one.

We’ll get to that in a moment.

Until then, let us look for faux-insight into what the weekend has in store. Our method? Why, the songs that pop up on my bus ride into work, of course!

The iPod predicts – yikes! Just what does the iPod predict?

Hit It and Quit It by Funkadelic
Pushin’ Too Hard by The Seeds
On Board by Friendly Fires
No Time Soon by Gnarls Barkley
Take Me With You by Morphine
Had a Dad by Jane’s Addiction
The Man Who Sold the World by David Bowie

Let’s not dwell on that too much. Frankly, my branes are bizzy elsewhere and cannot be bothered.

For instance…

In a turn of events neither shocking nor economically unforeseen, my hours have been cut from 40 to 32.

I’ve been sitting here trying to find good things about this, trying to find something good in what is, essentially, quite a pay cut.

And then I realized: this isn’t a pay cut! Silly woman! This is an economic adjustment with enforced leisure and/or domestic chore time.

Yeah. That’s it.

The kitchen floor that may or may not still be sticky (in parts) with Christmas eggnog?

The Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys) Yowling, Leaping, and Tap-Dancing Festival we’ve dreamed of?

The collection of blog pieces I’m reworking to sell to an unsuspecting public?

SCORE!

Look at me, Ma! I’ve got three-day weekends comin’ out the ol’ ying!

Can you imagine all that I’ll accomplish?

Have a great weekend, everyone. I’ll be here, if you want to stop by.