Just make it Monday, please

I often dread weekends... this one perhaps a bit more than usual. Today... yes/no decision on funding the Arctic field season at 11am. Then couples-counselling tonight. I wish I'd lined up lunch today, but have been too preoccupied to plan ahead. Tomorrow night... no plans. Some slightly-stressful socializing with the kids in the afternoon. Should have planned ahead, again. Sunday... Father's Day... no plans (sound familiar? heh) other than I need to confront the issues around my father's illness again and give him a call.

Why do other people look forward to weekends? For me, work is generally more satisfying and less stressful... still, three days and it will be over, thankfully.

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I want to ride away from all my problems. Road trip. I need an airplane. Or a motorcycle. Somewhere out there, going really fast...

Immature, I know. Must be present, responsible, and just deal, like a grownup.

I wish I had some firecrackers, at least...