I didn’t even know it was possible for time to go by this slowly. I now understand why most blogs tend to taper off during A-100: after you submit your bid list, it’s all you can think about, and waiting for Flag Day is the pits, but most people probably don’t want to read like five posts on you day dreaming about getting sent to one of your highs, especially since, OMG, you already handed in the stupid list, and whatever happens happens so get over it already.
Anyways, Nate is at a class retreat in West Virginia, and I’m not really sure what that entails. I’m imagining a ropes course, trust falls, grilling hot-dogs over a campfire, and bunk beds in log cabins.
I’m traveling to North Carolina for a work training this afternoon. I’m staying at a hotel by the airport, and if there’s anything I’ve learned over my years of traveling, it’s that there’s never anything fun near the hotels by the airport.
Other than that, not much is happening. Athena saw me come down the steps with my suitcase in hand, and she started running around, wagging her tail. She probably thinks we’re going to Canada again, poor girl. She got her most recent BarkBox in the mail last Friday, which was a momentous occasion for her. This was a particularly good box: 4 different kinds of treats and a squeaky toy!