It's a Weird Day

I repeated that over and over again yesterday. 

To start off, work felt excruciatingly slow and boring.  I already spent all of last week cleaning my desk and getting ridiculously organized.  Yesterday I spent as much time as I could helping coworkers with their accounting woes, though those projects lasted no more than 10 minutes.  I moved to personal things and posted two blog entries, then set up dental and doctor appointments. 

There was a torrential downpour in the middle of the afternoon.  Wind gusts were up to 50 mph. 

I left work around 5:30 pm and got home just after 7 pm--this is twice the normal length of commute.  There was a problem with the red line.  The thousands of people on the platform groaned and complained in unison.  After about 20 minutes of announcing bad news, most everyone made a break for the escalators and started walking home up the Rockville Pike.  I like where I live; it's peaceful and beautiful with the bonus of plenty of parking.  However, I think my next residence must be within a bus ride from work.  Metro, I love you, but you're bringing me down.   

The power was out in our neighborhood from about 2 pm to midnight.  FHE kept us cool for a little while with waterballoon volleyball and ice cream sandwiches.  The rest of the evening involved trips to Popeyes for dinner, then to Taco Bell and McDonalds for power charging and to stay cool and then finally to the Ladies of Dorchester's house to use internet. 

I slept on the couch because it was still too hot from the A/C being off for two people to sleep in my room. 


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