I've been sick this weekend. I'm not sure what exactly is ailing me, but it's been bouncing around to different parts of my body for the past couple days. It feels like a mini-flu. I missed work yesterday, which would have been nice except that I didn't feel like doing much.
Here's what I've been up to since my last post...
Friday afternoon Misty and I watched My Big, Fat, Greek Wedding. It surprised me how much I enjoyed it. It reminded me a lot of Moonstruck, but I liked the characters better. It's definitely a movie I'll enjoy watching again.
That night Misty and I drove downtown to watch the fireworks from the roof of al.com's office. Unfortunately, there was a rather tall building blocking our view of most of the show. We had to climb down off the deck onto the tar and gravel part of the roof in order to get to a spot where we could see. Next year, we'll watch from Homewood, as Misty suggested in the first place.
Traffic on the way home through UAB's campus was terrible, so we made the best of it by watching the antics of the other crazy drivers. We passed by a guy who had one of those TV screens in his SUV. He was watching porn. A group of guys who seemed to be hosting a party in their hooptie drove by. A girl going in the oppoisite direction from us screamed across the median to the guys in the pickup in front of us, "Oh my God, you're so fine!" The shouting courtship continued back and forth only briefly before movement of the traffic pulled these two would-be lovers apart.
Misty stayed up late Friday night in full-blown vacation Nazi mode. She found information about a bunch of fun stuff that we want to check out when we're in San Diego -- the Wild Animal Park, Balboa Park, La Jolla Beach, Knott's Theme Park, The Prince & the Pauper Bookstore, shops in Little Italy, restaurants... Obviously, we won't be able to see it all, but I'm looking forward to whatever we can fit in. Misty has made it very clear that we are not going to spend all our time at the convention, and, despite how much fun I always have there, I'm glad. For the first time, my trip to Southern California is actually going to feel like a vacation.
Yesterday I stayed home from work and tried to spend a lot of time resting. Being sick made me cranky. Misty and I watched a couple episodes of The Sopranos and the movie Maid in Manhattan. Tony and company, as always, provided prime entertainment while the J. Lo movie was crap. I'm usually a sucker for formulaic romantic comedies, but this one didn't make the cut.
Tired of lying on the couch all day, I finally got out and mowed the lawn. I think my doing so guilted Misty into cleaning up the mess we've had in the kitchen for the past week. There's still quite a few piles left in the garage to unpack and put away, but the house is feeling more and more comfortable as we knock out little bits of the months-long project called moving.
More moving comes later this week when al.com gets temp space to house the incoming Huntsville production staff while the new, bigger office is being put together. For the past few weeks, I've been bouncing around to the desk of whoever is on vacation. Next week, however, there won't be any empty desks, so I hope I'll have a place to sit. I'm supposed to be moved into the temp space by Thursday, but considering that such promise has been dangled in front of me only to be whisked away more than a couple times since I've been here, I'll believe it when I see it.