F***ing Shipyard.

.....So, it is Day No. 6 of two-week vacation away from the Shipyard. I'm about to take my shower before Rhys and I head out to the Seattle Aquarium, when the cell phone rings. Like an idiot I don't even bother to see who it is, I just open the damned thing up and answer. It's the Shipyard. Emergent Work has broken loose on a boat and *I* am needed in to work as soon as possible to start working on some paper. I'm MAJORLY bummed at this point. Going into work was the LAST thing I wanted to do.

.....The guy on the other end of the phone asks if I can be in that day. I bite off the first answer that comes to mind and say, 'No, I have child care duties today. The earliest I can come on in is tomorrow.' Sigh! I should have thought faster and said that I was far away and couldn't get back until January. But, oh well. Nothing to be done about it at that point. I do the best I can to make sure that we get through the Rhys agenda for the day. We actually did make it to the Seattle Aquarium, Chuck E. Cheeses, and the Point Defiance Zoo. All three were kind of disappointing to Rhys, but I was happy that we were actually able to squeeze it all into a day.

.....I give the beloved Laurellen a hug when she gets home and run to make the 6:45 ferry, which I did with no time to spare and make it home sometime after 8. I was not about to repeat the excercise of Tuesday Night / Wednesday morning and actually try and drive around. :-)

.....And now I'm here at work. I've gone through the 267 e-mails clogging up the inbox and am pulling out all the references for the paper I have to complete today. Sigh! The Shipyard is a ghost town. The Parking Garage was almost empty this morning when I parked. It was very eerie. Sigh! It's going to be a long day.

.....Sigh! And no razor in the house that I could find this morning, so I look like some shaggy wildabeast. I usually don't shave on a holiday break and it has been about a week now, so the shagginess is on the verge of being awesomely bad. Hopefully I have no presentations to give today.

.....O.K. enough whining. See you all later. Only a few days left before Christmas. I am sooooo looking forward to watching Rhys tear open presents from under the tree. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.

Harry Potter and the Decline of Western Civilization. :-)

.....In reviewing the Goddesses and mythical women of history, one thing is immediately apparent. To be a truly remarkable Woman of Myth, you MUST have a tragic flaw. It is a REQUIREMENT. Look at Athena, Aphrodite, Gwenivere, all women that in the end were brought down by simple flaws that would not make them the truly great women they were unless this flaw was in full evidence.

.....So, in the case of the Beloved Laurellen, if this one flaw. This one Achilles Heel. This one tragic precursor of her romantic and tragic ending. Is a liking for J.K. Rowling and the Harry Potter series. Then I will have to live and support her and pick up the pieces of her existence when the truly dismal and tragic end finally reaches her. Poor Tamm! I feel for her eventual pain!

.....TOLKIEN RULES!!!

.....Aaron / Arontius.