So, Hurricane Earl was supposed to come in last night. Yesterday evening, the clouds were thick, dark, and looming. But it doesn't seem like anything happened because I woke up to a sunny beautiful day outside.
Sept 2: Prospect Park 1 mile
Sept 3: Prospect Park 1 mile
Sept 4: Prospect Park Lower Loop (1.75 miles)
So this was supposed to be my weekend on call. But yesterday, in some sort of crazy mess, it was determined that I had at least the night off. And then, when Tana called me a few minutes ago, I was told I didn't have to work til Monday.
Now, normally, this would be exciting. However, I have plans for the weekend of the 18th (Lucas' christening) and now this means that my next two weekends off are not weekends off at all, because I will have to work one of them. Never mind that I was mentally prepared to work these two weekends in a row to have two weekends off in a row. So now I'm covering Tana tonight because she made plans given this was supposed to be her weekend off and I'm taking call starting tomorrow afternoon. What a crazy fucked up mess.
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