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Apparently Friday the 13th falls on a Tuesday this month.
One of the three people who MUST be at the committee meeting today apparently left for two weeks in Israel yesterday and didn't tell me about it. So, mad scramble to find replacement, and mad rush of messages left for the rest of the committee, making sure they remember that I called them on Friday about this. (I hate when my boss gets paranoid; apparently nobody can be trusted to remember a meeting from Friday to Tuesday, so I end up confirming attendance three times, just to make her feel better. I HATE that; it makes me feel like I'm telling all of these people that I don't trust them to show up.) I know that one of the three mandatory attendees of tomorrow's meeting tends to forget, but that's different. I should think a reminder on both ends of a long weekend would be sufficient without making me call everybody tomorrow too.
On top of which, my left hand has so much fiberglass in it that it sparkles in the sun, and I can't get the splinters out. I tried pulling them off with packing tape, but that didn't work. They'll come out eventually, but I wish they'd do it faster. They sort of itch, until I hit one just wrong, and then it hurts.
Can we just rewind to the outbound leg of the sail yesterday, when the wind was blowing about 15 and the sun was out and we were heeled over about 10 degrees and blasting along, and all was right with the world?
One of the three people who MUST be at the committee meeting today apparently left for two weeks in Israel yesterday and didn't tell me about it. So, mad scramble to find replacement, and mad rush of messages left for the rest of the committee, making sure they remember that I called them on Friday about this. (I hate when my boss gets paranoid; apparently nobody can be trusted to remember a meeting from Friday to Tuesday, so I end up confirming attendance three times, just to make her feel better. I HATE that; it makes me feel like I'm telling all of these people that I don't trust them to show up.) I know that one of the three mandatory attendees of tomorrow's meeting tends to forget, but that's different. I should think a reminder on both ends of a long weekend would be sufficient without making me call everybody tomorrow too.
On top of which, my left hand has so much fiberglass in it that it sparkles in the sun, and I can't get the splinters out. I tried pulling them off with packing tape, but that didn't work. They'll come out eventually, but I wish they'd do it faster. They sort of itch, until I hit one just wrong, and then it hurts.
Can we just rewind to the outbound leg of the sail yesterday, when the wind was blowing about 15 and the sun was out and we were heeled over about 10 degrees and blasting along, and all was right with the world?
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