I’m now living a Three’s Company existence with two female roommates in an amazing apartment complex that’s only four blocks from the office. We were up late last night drinking wine and debating whether or not Sex and the City was a wonder of female liberation or a show that taught that sluttiness and knock-off purses are all that a woman needs in life. I was outnumbered, but the next time Aaron visits then this can of worms is gonna get re-opened.
Day one back at work went over without major incident, although I did nearly nod off in a meeting at the end of the day — discussions of how the accounting department determines expenses wasn’t something I was able to get very excited about. Luckily the meeting ended before my head hit the table and shortly thereafter I got in a crappy run before starting to pour over my notes from the day. Not that I’m counting, but it’s 192 days until South Georgia.