Wee hours of the morning
January 24th, 2008Dawn hasn’t cracked yet, as I sit in Denny’s at 5am, waiting for it to be late enough to go into work. It occurred to me that if I knew the make/model and license plate number of the car they were leaving me, I could have gotten the parking pass as I left work yesterday, but when I called there was no one home. It means that I can’t actually go into work until 7, hence, Denny’s.
Oh well, I don’t actually *mind* waking up at 4 to take mom and Dick to the airport, especially if it means a break from the cold, wind and bus for a few days. Part of me wishes that I could have hooked up with someone(s) on the bus route to ride share, but I also know that the one person I could have made the offer to is the one person who would probably make me crazy enough to want to drive into a tree. Heh.
Having a car already means I’m busier than usual for the duration. I have plans upon plans upon plans. Plans to take my niece to a hands-on museum, plans to take Spawn out, plans to take care of some business that has waited for longer than I care to calculate. I’m not complaining, mind… I’m just babbling at 5am.
I forgot how much I like Denny’s hash browns. That’s what I’m going to focus my full attention on now.
